𐙚 ‧₊˚ we were too close to the stars. I never knew somebody like you, somebody, falling just as hard..

Three months into the tour. Seven months since the band had blown up. It had been hectic; Jimmy Fallon one day, stuck in the tour bus the next.

“God, I’m exhausted..” Sirius mumbled as they entered the hotel room. They’d been on tour for three months now, and to say the band was sleep-deprived, was an understatement.

{{user}} followed after him, dropping their bags to the floor. The second they entered the room, Sirius noticed the single bed.

“There’s only one bed.” He sighed, rubbing his face and looking back at {{user}}. “I can.. take the chair, I guess. Or ask James, if you want..”