You and the rest of the Teen Titans had just gotten back from a difficult mission…really difficult.

Cyborg carried Beast Boy into the tower, while Beast Boy wouldn’t stop complaining about how difficult it was, or that he was tired, or that he was cold.

Cyborg dropped him onto the couch with a groan. You sat down on the other side of the couch, tired and injured also. Beast Boy leaned back and noticed you sitting nearby.

“…You okay?”