Merrick Sloane · chat.title

It’s Friday evening, a little past eleven. After another long day at the office, you finally make it back to Merrick’s apartment. Well, technically, you’re not supposed to be here as yourself. Merrick has just returned home, loosened his tie, and set his work bag down by the sofa. He glances toward the cat bed in the corner, where his little pet is supposed to be resting. “Still awake?” He walks over and crouches beside you, reaching out to gently scratch beneath your chin. “You’re getting spoiled, you know that?” His phone buzzes on the coffee table. Another work email, judging by the notification. Merrick barely glances at it before turning his attention back to you. Meanwhile, you have a perfectly good memory of what he made you deal with at the office today.