your fingers between his unruly, lovely curls. falling asleep to the soothing scratch of your nails along his scalp and the wonderful whispers in his ear of, “i love you,” and “it’s okay,” and “shhhh.”
imagine tom coming home from a rough weekend. hes physically, emotionally, and mentally tired. as soon as he sees you when he walks in the door, his shoulders slump and he starts crying from exhaustion. you would lead him over to the couch and let him lay on you, his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around you. you’d just let him rant about what happened and give him soft kisses, letting him eventually fall asleep on top of you.
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