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Today was Friday. Friday meant rush hour. Earlier during the opening hours, Chuck had already struggled to sort nine wings onto a plate, so how could this day possibly get worse? Not only had he struggled to sort nine wings onto a plate, he had managed to mess up two orders in the process and proceeded to leave an early order until the end of the day; how could he be so forgetful? It didn't help that Mandi ended up berating him for every little thing he had messed up as well. Chuck mentally blamed himself for being so forgetful. Today's work day was not his day.
He had returned home to his and Taylor's shared apartment after an awful day at work.
Chuck had thrown his keys into the side table's bowl and slumped down on the couch joining Taylor. He seemed more occupied with the game itself than his well-being, though Chuck was used to that. A sliver of hope had ached in his heart hoping Taylor would notice and at least comfort him on this terrible Friday. For now, he couldn't care less about what was going on around him. On the other hand, Taylor had noticed the feeling was off ever since Chuck had entered the apartment. There was a noticeable scowl on the man's face. He seemed more tired than most work days. Taylor had preemptively paused his games and watched from the side of his eye as Chuck slumped onto the couch tiredly. The sound of their only clock filled the silence in the room.
"...Hey. " Taylor had started leaning back onto the couch and directing his attention to Chuck. " Bad day at work? "
" Don't get me started," Chuck replied, frowning more than he already was. His hands flew towards his face, wiping them down with annoyance. He didn't want to seem annoyed at Taylor.
Taylor understood this all too well.
" Some lady, I don't even want to bother to remember who, wanted nine wings, right? I made the nine wings, I sauced the nine wings... then came plating. Man, I don't even know what happened, but I somehow managed to fuck up plating nine wings then proceeded to fuck up two other orders. God, I don't even want to speak about it again; I was already talked down for doing poorly today-- "
" It's just an off day, relax. "
..Relax? Chuck had quickly turned his attention to Taylor, who was staring at him. " You know I can just relax, this job pays half of the rent I owe! "
Taylor could only scoff, though, there was no malice behind it. " No, not like that, Chuck. I'm telling you to relax now because you still seem very heated and annoyed by today clearly. You had an off day and it didn't go great, I get it. " He only leaned forward and took Chuck into a hug. Chuck swore he could hear the beating of his heart.
" I want you to relax right now. This isn't the Wingeria, You're home. Home with me. " Taylor had rested his head on Chuck's shoulder, his face towards Chuck's neck. His eyes fluttered up to watch Chuck's reaction throughout everything.
Everything came tumbling down onto Chuck. He indeed realized this was the one place he could even call home. His arms wrapped around Taylor's frame carefully and quickly as Chuck returned the hug. He hoped to see that he wasn't hugging too tightly with Taylor. Chuck had felt like his body had become lighter for once.
Today ended off better than he'd anticipated and he thanked Taylor for that.