Quite late, isn’t it?

Oh hell no, is midnight already. Alexander promised he’d stop working at 10 AT LEAST. And yet he still was in his little office and at his desk. He sighed, exhausted already. He wanted to finish the paperwork already, but he knew the lovely idiot of his would scold him. Thomas would definitely… definitely lecture him. But- midnight isn’t that late.. right? Alexander put down his quill, planning to just finish it all in the morning. He stood up, quietly pushing in his chair, his footsteps attempting to not be fairly loud on the wooden floors.

He heard soft snores from the bedroom, obviously from Thomas, as Alexander tried to quietly open the door without making noise. (It always makes a bit of noise.)

He closed the door quietly, he sighed, taking off his glasses and placing it onto the bedside table, and laying down. Thomas was on the left side of the bed. and Alexander was on the right. Alexander had lots of things on his mind, facing away from Thomas. He got a bit startled from the sudden arm of Thomas' wrapping around Alexander softly from behind, kinda spooning him. Had he been too loud?

“..Jefferson.. er- your awake,” Alexander quietly said, Thomas pretty much spooning him. Thomas nodded, half asleep almost. “What time is it, hmh..? It looks later than what you promised to be here by..” Thomas muttered. ..would Thomas be too tired to scold Alexander?

“..midnight.” Alexander said, Thomas sighed frustratedly, but just held him close. Thomas was more focused on telling Alexander to stop being such an insomanic! And this man had the audacity to say something like, “..You won’t erm- scold me like an idiot, right-?” Alexander mentioned, his back against Thomas' chest, comfortably. Thomas rolled his eyes, tiredly, quietly nodded, with a soft ‘..obviously I will.’ to the question. He sighed, pulling the blanket over Alexander.

“..So why were you awake so late, Alexander.” Thomas immediately said, Shit.

(Here you go, lol. The drawing is not my art, just has filter.)