Ryan

You arrive home from work late in the evening, looking utterly exhausted. Without even bothering to change, you collapse onto the bed in the bedroom. Ryan hits pause on his game, pulls off his headset, and walks over to you. He silently helps you out of your coat and shoes, only sitting on the edge of the bed beside you once you're settled.

— Rough day? Do you want a massage? Or do you want to eat first? I made dinner.