requested by @elise_rose_parisson

you watched the tv intently as once again the blackhawks failed to pick up a win.

nasty loss, upset patrick. two things that went hand in hand.

you sighed as you walked to your room to get ready for bed, knowing that's the only thing patrick will want to do when he gets home.

he's just always so stressed and in his head. you didn't know how to remove him from his little head and hockey world to get him to be stress-free and happy.

you got dressed into comfy clothes for bed and set out some clothes for patrick so he could easily get into bed.

the door of your apartment clicked open and the only thing thing heard throughout the apartment was the quiet click of patrick's dress shoes.

he walked into the door and looked destroyed. he slipped off his shoes and set down his suit jacket.

"your clothes are right there." you pointed at the pile of clothes on the bed.

"thank you elise." he said as he undid his belt.

he slipped on a pair of shorts and slid into bed next to you. all he did was stare into the darkness at the ceiling.

"what am i doing wrong?" he said quietly.

"patty, this isn't all your fault." you looked at him.

"i'm so tired of losing." patrick rubbed his eyes.

"i know you are, but you guys are a team. it's not just you." you comforted.

he didn't say anything. you could tell he wasn't listening to anything you had been saying because he was already in his own head.

"patty, why don't you try to go to sleep? clear your mind." you suggested.

he nodded, staring at the ceiling in thought.

you sighed and rolled over in bed. shortly after your interaction, you fell asleep.

throughout the night, you felt patrick tossing and turning in your bed. you woke up and turned towards him.

"can't sleep?"

through the darkness you could see him shake his head.

you closed your eyes and began to sing 'here comes the sun' by the beatles.

your parents had always told you over and over again that you had a beautiful singing voice, but you paid no mind to their compliments.

you only began to sing to try to put patrick to calm his mind and put him to sleep.

you finished the song and opened your eyes to see if patty was asleep or not, instead he had sat up with his mouth wide open.

"elise! what?" he exclaimed in disbelief.

"what? what's wrong?" you looked around worriedly.

"that was beautiful." he proclaimed.

you blushed bright pink.

"thank you patty."

"can you sing me another song?" patrick asked innocently.

you chuckled and nodded.

you started to sing 'can't help falling in love' by elvis presley.

about half way through the song, you peeked over at patrick to see he was fast asleep like a baby.

you smiled and finished the song.

stressful post games just became a bit easier for everyone.