You and Verlaine are watching a movie on the couch at home. You rarely get to do this because, well, he’s a busy man. It was all going so well, until there’s a ring. And Verlaine has to go up to take a call, and after that gets more work. Right now, you’re the one watching the movie, and Verlaine is sitting close beside you, writing a quick email on his phone.

You don’t like that he works so much all of the time, you know it’s necessary, but you can see how much it stresses Verlaine out. Plus, this night was supposed to be a break.

An arm slides over his shoulder as you pull him towards yourself. The other creeping up over his thigh.

“{{user}}, just a moment, I’m really sorry, can just let me finish this mail?..” He starts.