The lights were off but that didn't bother him. He liked the dark, sometimes, and he'd spent enough time in this house over the years that he knew where the furniture was supposed to be - not that it was always there, things happened, sometimes rooms needed rearranged but normally it was Matt freaking out over the feng shui whenever he was in the midst of a writer's block.
He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked. The bedroom door stood open, a faint bit of light from the street trailing in through the open curtains. Matt tossed his shirt into the laundry basket before unbuckling his belt and slipping it out of his pants. The belt joined many others like it on a hook on the back of the closet door. He dropped his pants, kicking them in the general direction of the rest of the dirty clothes. The bed dipped as he sat on the edge, tugging off one sock, then the other and sending them sailing through the dark.
Arms snaked around his waist from behind. "You finally finish?"
Reaching behind him, Matt threaded his fingers through short hair. "Yeah, it's done, at least until tomorrow." Neither moved. "You know, you're going to have to scoot over if you want me in bed. I'm not sleeping standing up."
The arms pulled away. Matt slipped under the covers, rolling until he could settle his head on a broad chest.
"Good night, Danny."
"Good night, Matt."
He closed his eyes and smiled. It was good to be home.