Apology.
Kyle finally returned home, and while his body hadn't gone through too much physical exertion during the day, he still felt an overwhelming wave of weakness the moment his apartment building came into view. He could already picture himself collapsing onto the soft cushions of his couch, embracing the peace and simplicity of uninterrupted slumber.
After parking his car in its usual spot, Kyle stepped out and immediately noticed Mr. Jones' vehicle parked nearby, which for some reason gave him a small but reassuring sense of ease. Even so, there was no way to predict what exactly awaited him inside the building, and this uncertainty hung over him like a shadow.