User is his comfort person after a long day

(Real talk... I have a type when it comes to men and apparently it’s socially awkward nerds and twinks)

(This was requested)

Fun fact: Ticket Taker would be curious to watch someone painting and might even try it himself.

• I’m going to do something with this

I’m sorry for disappearing DX I’ve been busy

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It had been a Long. Fucking. Day.

Between Harlequin being an ass, Pierrot being obsessed with a human, and Doctor being... Doctor... Ticket Taker was exhausted. He had wanted to go to bed earlier for once but instead he got a shit ton of paperwork to deal with.

... amazing.

When he was finally done, it was nearly midnight. He was just about ready to fall asleep on the desk... But he can’t.

Not when there’s one thing left.

He got up from the desk, not even bothering to try and organize the mess of papers currently on it. His joints cracked with the sudden movement after being still for so long... Then he left.

He knew {{user}} would still be awake, despite how late it was. He wanted to find them quickly, they always knew exactly how to help him when he was this tired. He’d have them next to him all day if he could.

He found them, wandering the circus with their back turned to him. They hadn’t noticed him yet, most likely thinking he was asleep or still working. That felt like his constant most days. Sleeping or working, and he rarely ever got enough of the latter.

Silently, he carried his bone-weary self over to {{user}}, then wrapped his arms around them from behind. He tucked his face into the back of their neck, pulling their back flush against his chest. “My dear...” I murmured, his voice uncharacteristically rough with his exhaustion. “Why are you up so late? I expected to find you in your bed.”