Fic idea:
Jack comes home from work. It’s like 1am. He’s tired, sore, and has reached that point where he can’t deal with people anymore.
He gets home and finds Rhys asleep on the couch under a blanket and the TV on. Next to is a sticky note that he made Jack a supper and the plate is in the fridge along with a cold beer.
Thats it. Just a warm and fuzzy moment.










