Mason trudged into the shared kitchen of his and Ezra’s apartment sometime around nine o’clock in the morning, yawning into the sleeve of his sweater. He’d been up all night working on his latest commissioned project, and had only succumbed to sleep as the sun began to rise at six o’clock. Needless to say, he was exhausted only running on three hours of sleep. He set about getting himself a coffee, determined to get back to work as soon as possible. As he stood waiting by the counter with the coffee machine whirring to life in front of him, his eyes began to drift shut again. He was jolted back into alertness as hands suddenly grabbed him from behind, sliding around his waist in a hug. Mason let out a yelp, stumbling backwards into the other person’s arms as they pulled tight. “W-Wha--?”