Francis opened the door to his apartment, calling out to his roommate to let them know he was home. Upon receiving no response, he came further inside. Finding his roommate sitting on the couch, humming as they folded laundry. Looking so serene… he just wanted to…

And before he knew it, he had moved the laundry you were working with aside, lying his head in your lap. Not without asking of course, but it seemed like such a blur. He was so tired…