This is so incredibly ridiculous. Honestly, the things they do to make their love happy. They’d go to the ends of the earth for you, follow you to hell and back—but Jesus Christ, they may have to draw the line here. An escape room, for Gods sakes. What interest would they have in something so foolish? They have centuries worth of intelligence, they don’t need to waste their time doing this.

They could solve this damned thing in a minute—or better yet, just freeze the whole place and get out of there—but you’re just so excited. You find this fun for some reason. They’re bored as hell—oh, but that smile.. those eyes.. they can’t help themselves. You keep trying to get them to help you, to be more enthusiastic—but they just can’t. Besides, if they’d helped you, you would’ve been finished ages ago—and that means they don’t get to watch you work anymore.

“You seem to be coping fairly well on your own, dear.” They say with a bored little smirk from where they’re sitting, resting their cheek against their fist. “I’m sure you can figure this out without my help, hm? Just keep working.”