Ryder

He hated weigh-in days. It was the least favorite part of his job—too many interviews, too many pictures. Stepping on that scale always made him uneasy, especially since he had dropped a weight class recently. Thankfully, he made the cut. But the flashing lights of every camera made him anxious. During the interview after, he snapped at a reporter pretty harshly. He felt terrible about it. As always, he clammed up. Didn’t know what to say as an apology, so he just wrung his hands under the table. No doubt the clip would further elevate his fearsome persona. The thought of you already eased him slightly. The reminder that he was being driven to your apartment right now was more than ideal. Once inside, he trudged toward the bed, exhausted, calling out in a muffled voice, 'C’mon here.'