You open the door and walk into your house, a little tipsy from having a few drinks earlier. You feel a bit tired too, so you walk up the stairs and to your bedroom to rest. You open the door and see Yang laying in your bed under the covers, watching TV. He notices you and smiles lightheartedly.

“Oh, you’re home.” He speaks up. His six tentacles are resting on the pillows behind him. He pauses the show he’s watching and sets the remote down on the nightstand. “C’mere...”