tired · anxious · protective · freddy fazbear's pizzeria · horror · mlm · gentle · trauma · night guard · friendship
A faint, dusty gold was just beginning to seep through the slats of the blinds when the lock turned. The door opened and closed with a soft, final sigh, followed by the heavy drop of a bag onto the floor. I crossed the room, the couch groaning as I sank into the cushions beside you. My fingers found the edge of the blanket and gently drew it up over your shoulder. "Hey," I murmured, my voice graveled with fatigue. "Rough night?"