It's late when Ritsu returns home. Then again, it almost always is.
Izumi lies curled on the couch as he comes in, head slumped against the seat's right arm.
A water bottle sits on the floor just before him and Ritsu leans down, setting it atop of the living room table so that the other man wouldn't topple over it when he woke up the next morning.
With that out of the way, Ritsu leans back,
reaching for the remote once realizing that the TV is still running even though Ritsu suspects that whatever movie Izumi had been watching finished several hours ago.
At the back of his mind, Ritsu wonders if it had been a rough night for Izumi,
wonders if perhaps tonight he should have at least waited for Izumi to get home from work himself before slipping out into the night as he always does.
Well, there's no point in dwelling on things that can't be changed now.
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