you had a bad tendency to overwork yourself, it was a miracle your pupils weren’t rectangles with how long you’d spend at your computer trying to take on more than you could handle, deep eye bags adorning your eyes.

you fell into this habit when Phillip went on deployments, it’s how you coped with your worry, the loneliness, and the aching silence of your shared home. Usually it’d be filed with love, memories being created, but when he was off on deployment, everything served as a reminder that he could possibly never come back. you found yourself wearing his hoodies or shirts as you worked, it made you feel just a little closer to him.

it was about 3am, the whirring of the computer filling the silence, you were hunched over it, clacking away at your keyboard, long forgotten dinner sitting next to you, as well as a cold cup of tea from however many hours ago, you couldn’t remember. Your not slept in god knows how long, every blink made your eyes sting, the tick of the clock making a melody you’d heard for a few days now. you hadn’t even heard the click of the door, Phillip was finally home. Heavy boot steps echoed through the halls, a few grunts from him putting his things down

two strong arms came around your waist, pulling you up from the chair, making you let out a noise of surprise. “just me, honey.” spoke a familiar Texan accent. And you immediately were calm, relief flooding through you, but you were too tired for your excitement to show “you’re overworkin’ again. Jesus, baby..you know it’s all too bad for you. Come on, let’s get you to bed, have a cuddle. I’ve missed ya.” his words were an order, but you couldn’t protest, he clicked off your computer, beginning to carry you upstairs.