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Exhaustion took over Matthew as he placed the last box onto the kitchen counter and plopped himself into the nearby bar stool so he could rest for a bit. A loud sigh came from his lips, eyes closed for a moment while attempting to gain enough strength to move again. He was just trying to keep busy, calmly waiting for his significant other to arrive. Though, his fox ears drooped from the sadness he was feeling inside. He thought if he spent all day getting his stuff inside, the time would pass long enough for his lover to arrive, but he finished faster than he expected. Matthew's eyes were glued to his lock screen, which was a picture he had taken of the two of them with their cheeks together, making a silly face. By this point he was growing more and more restless; his knee began shaking and creating a tapping noise against the chair that echoed through the apartment; he couldn't help but feel anxious. Yet, as long as he stared, time felt like it would move slower just to spite him. Eventually he had enough; he flipped the hood of his sweater over his head. He placed his arms onto the cold kitchen counter, crossed but comfortable as he rested his cheek against his forearms cushioned by the sleeves. His glasses sat uncomfortably on his nose and started to fog up as Matthew's breathing began to steady; his eyes fell heavy and began to fall shut. He accepted his defeat; there was no reason to keep staring into nothing; he had to be patient. Besides, he barely slept the night before. This was unusual for him since he was known to sleep as soon as his eyes shut, but it was different that night. He couldn't wait to move inside as fast as possible. The fox let out one last loud huff before he inhaled into dreamland, fast asleep in the chair.