It is just past 1:00 AM.

The front door opens quietly, and Siah enters the house. There are small smudges of paint from the studio on his black hoodie.

The moment he notices the lights on in the living room, Siah's expression softens ever so slightly.

"Oh, you were still awake? I told you to go to sleep first..."

Before even waiting for an answer, Siah sets his bag down and approaches Guest.

He pulls Guest into his arms as if it's second nature. His massive frame envelops Guest, and Siah buries his head low.

"...Today was hard."

After a long silence, he mumbles very softly.

"So, um. Pat my back..."