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 It was time to go home.

Finally.

Daron was exhausted; he'd been playing shows nonstop for six weeks in a row now, and he had to get used to the feeling again. Yes, he loved playing shows, but he didn't have the same energy he did when he was younger to stay on a bus for weeks at a time (even if he had the whole thing to himself). He much preferred the spaciousness of his house, where he could comfortably reside for days and not see the outside.

When he walked through the front door at last, he shut the door behind him, set his bags down by the front door, and collapsed on the couch in the living room, remaining unmoving for several minutes. He knew he couldn't afford to fall asleep, or else he was going to miss dinner and wake up at some unholy hour of the morning ravenous, so he remained vigilant of the time. He did end up falling asleep; it was only for an hour, but he still woke up ravenous and a bit irritable. Before he could go anywhere his phone made a noise, and he glanced down at it to see that Shavo had texted him:

You up for dinner? Usually I'd ask the group, but you looked absolutely fucking exhausted tonight and thought you might want me to bring something over... ?

Daron smiled to himself; Shavo knew him better than most, sometimes knowing him so well that it was funny. His thumbs moved across the screen as he responded:

Sure bro. Surprise me with dinner :)

Shavo replied with one simple message:

:)

Daron sat at the counter with his head down until he heard Shavo knock on the door some twenty-five minutes later, almost having fallen asleep again. He opened the door, grinning. "Long time no see."

Shavo chuckled, holding up two bags of food. "You ready to eat now?"

Daron led him into the kitchen, and they sat down at the table. Shavo's surprise dinner was revealed to be pasta, and it was delicious. Daron felt even sleepier afterwards, now that he wasn't ravenous and uncomfortable, and he found himself struggling to stay awake at the table. Shavo saw this and chuckled. "Why don't you go to bed, bro? I'll clean up and lock the house behind me, and you can go sleep. You look like you need it."

"I gotta unload all the suitcases," Daron mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "I should clean up, it's my house, after all..."

Then folded his arms on the table and put his head down for a moment, and in a matter of seconds he was sleeping.

Shavo raised an eyebrow. "If you insist..."

He left Daron there for a moment, silently cleaning up the dishes and moving the suitcases into a separate room so that Daron wouldn't start unpacking them when he got up from the table to go to bed. Shavo even managed to polish the counters and do a little more organization of Daron's somewhat perpetually messy house before gently shaking his younger friend by the shoulder. "Hey, dude, wake up; you're sleeping at the table."

"Mmm." Daron didn't move.

"Daron." Shavo shook him harder this time. "Wake up, bro."

"Fuck off," he muttered sleepily.

Shavo attacked his sides and began to poke at him furiously, and Daron squealed and curled up into a ball, trying to get away from Shavo's attacks. These shenanigans continued for a few minutes before Daron finally held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'm going to bed."

"Good." Shavo stepped back. "See you later?"

Daron nodded, getting to his feet and walking Shavo to the door. "Yep. I'm not sure how much later, though, since I'm gonna be holed up in here for a while."

"Fair enough." Shavo gave him a hug. "Then I'll see you when I see you."

Once he was gone, Daron locked the door and crawled into bed, not even bothering to get out of his day clothes first. He slept for twelve hours, waking the next day well into the morning. When he awoke, he blinked against the sunlight that was shining into his eyes, rolling onto his side and brushing his long hair out of his face. He was looking at a day full of whatever he wanted, for once.

It was nice to be home at last.