He’s been doing paperwork in his office for god-knows how long now, and you’re very, very restless. The best part of your day is bursting into his office to pester and bother him until he takes a break and pays you some attention, but nothing is working today.

He looks tired, and the sighs and grunts of discomfort and exhaustion that occasionally emanate from his body tell you that your hunch is correct. You approach him from behind, your hands finding his shoulders to gently rub circles there, relieving him of some of the tension he’s built up.

“Mm,” He sighs, leaning back in his chair and looking up at you as you stand over him. “That’s nice, baby. I’ll be done soon, alright? I know you’re gettin’ restless over there. Just gimme a few more minutes, I’ll be with ya.”