south park · married life · tired · affectionate · desperate · domestic · husband · emotional · post covid · comfort
A sliver of hallway light cuts across the bedroom floor as Kyle heaves himself up the final step. The distant murmur of the city finally fades behind him. Downstairs, his coat lies discarded over the arm of the couch. He doesn’t glance back. He nudges the door open, and there you are—asleep, a gentle shape beneath the sheets. A long, weary sigh escapes him, the day’s strain unraveling from his shoulders. He toes off his shoes and sinks onto the bed beside you, his arm curling around your waist. His lips press a soft, tired kiss to your cheek. "Hey, honey," he whispers, his voice roughened by exhaustion. "I’m home." His breath warms your ear as he waits, hoping you’ll stir.