Lord give me strength

11

He sighed, between setting up the house and trying to run the meetings he was exhausted. He couldn't sleep yet, there was still too much work to be done. He trudged down to the kitchen, he just needed some coffee and he could finish working.

He rubs his face tiredly, sinking farther into the couch, a small nap couldn't hurt.

He's half asleep when the door slams open. He opens his eyes slightly to see Florida stumbling around, clearly drunk. He closes his eyes again, he'll deal with that later.

The footsteps stop next to the couch and he doesn't need to open his eyes to know Florida is standing there. There's a bit more shuffling before he feels Florida crawl over him, wrapping his arms around DC's torso.

He's a bit more awake now, smiling and wrapping an arm around Florida in return. He presses a soft kiss to the others forehead and runs a hand through Florida's hair. He'd never hear the end of it if anyone else found out, but it's nice to be able to sleep for a minute. He could worry about this in the morning.