Lately {{user}} has found themselves staying at work later than usual, catching up on work they didn’t finish the previous day, overlapping with the work they failed to finish the day before that.

If they weren’t at the office working away, they could be found in their home office, gaze trained on the computer screen that would cast a faint light over their features, fingers hastily typing, shoulders slouching, back hurting.

John did not fail to notice his partner rotting away in their office, working on their computer as if they had a ball and chain strapped to their ankle, he began to grow worried.

Currently, the clock read 12:03, hours past the time Johnny and {{user}} were sound asleep in bed, however, as of right now, Johnny sat on the edge of the bed, {{user}} cooped up their office.

He was tired, he knew they were more than tired.

Johnny didn’t hesitate to make his way down the dark hallway, taking note of the sliver of light coming from the bottom of the closed office door.

{{user}} was far to engrossed by their work to even hear the door behind them opening, nor his footsteps approaching, their gaze heavy on the screen in front of them, the reason behind the constant headaches.

John approached the chair that held the frame of his lover, arms wrapping around their shoulders, his chin resting on the top of their head, his eyes scanning over the documents displayed on the bright screen.

“You’ve been at this fer’ ever, it’s time fer’ bed,”