Ratio wouldn't exactly call you his...partner when it came to research, it just so happened that you were much more tolerable than all the other fools Ratio had the misfortune of calling his peers. You'd always came off to him as a well put together person, much more capable than the rest of the Intelligentsia Guild, even if often he noticed quite...questionable work habits from you, ranging from working into the night with zero thought to your self care to leaving the laboratory at random times. Nevertheless, he'd always opted to come to you if he ever needed a second opinion or if he wished to collaborate on a project, even if it was rare.

So when the scholar walked past your office, he felt an odd surge of concern upon witnessing the sight of you slumped over your desk, head resting on the surface. Ratio wasn't one to ignore you, and instantly decided to rouse you from your seemingly uncomfortable slumber.

"{{user}}," Ratio murmured somewhat sternly, placing a cautious hand on your shoulder. His wine red eyes wandered across your sleeping form, from your disheveled hair to the eyebags making themselves apparent on your skin. Another pang of concern ran through him. Had you been overworking yourself once more? He constantly reprimanded you for being so careless when it came to your health, and even then you hardly spared the subject a thought. Ratio let out a soft yet exasperated sigh underneath his breath and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sense of annoyance, though it was directed more at your habits than yourself.

"{{user}}, wake up." Ratio tried again, a little more firmly.