(i'm on tumblr as gayrretthawke and on ao3 as Bruh, formerly Danes)
The door quietly slammed closed behind Allison as she entered the room- Leonard could practically hear her flinch at the sound, but didn't look up from the book he was reading. He'd been waiting all night for her, and, though he would never actually admit it, she knew.
Allison stumbled through the room, wrestling out of her clubbing outfit and into a dirty t-shirt covered in dried paint before crawling into bed, attaching herself to his side. Leonard took a moment to wrap his arm around her shoulders and kiss her forehead, the smell of alcohol burning his nostrils.
"I could beat the shit out of you," she whispered, hardly coherent and eyes drooping closed.
"I know," he chuckled.