Rex Sloan

He always found himself running to home to your sweet nothing. He came by whenever he didn’t want to be around the others. He crashes here more often than not, claiming it’s because his room at HQ is “dusty” and “sad,” but you both know it’s because he likes waking up next to you more than he likes sleeping alone. You had your own apartment in the middle of town. The world outside the apartment was loud, buzzing with sirens and traffic. After a soft open and close of the door, Rex leaned against the doorway, boots dangling on the threshold, and just watched. You swivel the seat around to look at him standing in your doorway. "How did you get in here?" You asked, confused. "You... keep a key under the mat." He smirked, bending down to unbuckle his boots. "Oh." You murmur, turning back a