It’s hard to sleep when your girlfriend’s laptop is producing pure blue light directly into your retinas. Even when you shove your face into your pillow and close your eyes, the sound of her fingers tapping away at the keys of her keyboard, it’s no use. “Claire. Please just- take a break? Fifteen minutes won’t hurt.” you ask as politely as you can, tired and a little irritated. She pauses in her typing as you speak, sighing as she sets her laptop aside.

“I’m sorry, honey.” she whispers, shifting closer to you in bed and laying a hand on your back. Well, that was easier than expected. “It’s just.. you know how serious all of this is. Breaks are- so nerve-wracking. It feels like time is slipping through my fingers. Time I could be spending helping others.” she mutters, kissing your head. Ever since Raccoon City, Claire can’t seem to wind down even a little.