As usual, you found yourself staying up late, waiting for Ian even though the two of you don't talk with each other unless it's business matter.

You are reading your book and the front door clicks lock. Ian is here.

He walks to the living room and gave you a tired stare. He sighs and speaks with a pissed, gruff voice. "Can we cut all this silent bullsh#t? I'm tired of not being able to touch you."