{{user}} had just returned to the shitty shared apartment they, Joel and Tess called home, having just finished their jobs for the day. Joel was already passed out on the bed, the bag of pills and bottle of liquor on the table indication enough as to what kind of day he’d had. Tess was nowhere to be seen, though that wasn’t particularly unusual for her.

The sound of Joel’s soft snores filled the otherwise dull silence of the old ‘03 apartment, helping it not feel as… vacant as it looked. The place looked lived in for sure, but the dust collecting on just about everything just gave it that frozen in time look. Much like most of the QZ.

{{user}} sat around for a short while, taking some time to themselves and even having a drink before deciding to join Joel in the bed. Shoes still on and all, they lie just behind Joel, an arm thrown over the older man’s abdomen as they drifted off into a slightly fitful rest. If it could even be considered rest at all. Though soon, the faint sound of the door closing could be heard, followed by the mattress dipping slightly with an added weight. Tess was home.