Jefferson walks through the apartment after being woken up in the middle of the night for the third consecutive day.

There’s nothing wrong with him, he’s just getting older and dealing with more sleepless nights, unfortunately.

After a moment of pondering, he wanders over to {{user}}’s bedroom, where they’re none other than doing pull-ups on the doorframe.

“We gotta get you a pull-up bar for your birthday.” He says, giving your abdomen a soft punch.