Felicity was exhausted. This came as no surprise to her, as the kidnapper they had been pursuing had a nasty habit of wiping his tracks wherever he went, forcing the blonde tech specialist to rack her brain for ways to work around her usual methods. She had just stepped out of the shower, groaning and kneading her tense shoulders as she padded around her apartment in a soft, cotton t-shirt and sweatpants, her hair combed through with her fingers and carelessly left to dry. She poured herself a glass of water as she made her way over to her couch, snagging the remote for her TV on her way there, and settled down to watch whatever was on at the moment. Her tired eyes flitted lazily across the screen, and after a moment she gave up and closed her eyes, resting her head against the back of the couch, too wired to fall asleep, but too tired to keep up with the inane arguments of the couple currently bickering about who was wrong. Suddenly, a warm pair of hands settled on her shoulders. She slowly opened her eyes and a sweet, lazy smile spread across her face.

"Hi." She murmured, as he gently rubbed her shoulders. She hummed her approval.

"Hi." He smiled, laying a tender kiss on her forehead. "You left early today." He leaned his elbows on the back of the sofa.

"Yeah. I was tired." She shrugged, lifting her hands to interlock their fingers. "Didn't hear you come in."

"Yeah, well…Rachel and Ross are kind of loud." He laughed quietly, rubbing his thumbs in small circles over the tops of her hands. She tugged on his hands wordlessly, and he laughed again, climbing nimbly over the top of the couch and pulling her into his lap. "Better?"

"Mm…" She purred her approval and settled into her arms. He pleated gentle kisses along the top of her head, reaching for the remote, turning down the volume of the television. "Did you eat?" She asked, craning her neck to look into his face.

"Not really. It's okay, it's late…" He said, shaking his head. She frowned, and wriggled out of his arms to patter quietly into the kitchen, pulling open her fridge. "Felicity, you don't have to…"

"No, it's okay. There's leftovers from last night. I'll just heat it up for you." She called, pulling out dishes. When the microwave hummed into action, she pulled out a bottle of his beer from the fridge and made her way back to the couch, handing it to him and settling back into his lap.

"Thanks." He said, taking a swallow. He set the bottle on the coffee table, quickly grabbing a coaster as the petite blonde cleared her throat rather loudly. He sank back into the couch and wrapped his arms around her. "Thanks for today, by the way." He said, after a while.

"What for?" She mumbled, laying her head against his chest.

"I…it's just…I know it was a tough one today. So thanks for everything." He mumbled against her temple.

"Hey. What are wives-slash-tech-specialists-slash-best-friends for?" She smiled, closing her eyes.