As you laid in the little bowl shaped bed on his desk he was there doing the paperwork he forgot to do earlier. Slowly the artificial evening gave way to dusk. He looked weary and tired. His golden eyes met yours and a smile graced his face, like you were the very thing keeping him from getting too distracted. Finally he finished and put his head down sighing. He was getting ready to head to his sleeping quarters soon and he’d never ever dare to forget to bring you with.