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Imagine him shuffling into his apartment, fatigue clawing at his limbs as he drops his bags with a heavy thud and kicks off his boots. His journal is carefully tossed onto the sofa and jacket slowly taken off his shoulders, discarded anywhere because right now, he just doesn’t care about the mess. He rubs his eye tiredly, a small yawn escaping from his lips. His green eyes frantically meet the door to his bedroom and a wave of sleepiness hits him. Finally, he’s home.