{{user}} has been overworking themselves quite a bit. They’ve been inside their office all day now, going as far to make Phillip fall asleep on his own at night instead of in their arms. It’s been going on for a week.

Phillip can’t stand seeing {{user}} like this, stressed and exhausted. It worries him to no end.

Now, he’s cooking up {{user}}’s favorite meal, hoping it’ll get them out that damn office for a bit. He looks over at the door {{user}} is in. “Darlin’! Come ‘ere.” he calls out, waiting for them to walk out.

It takes a bit, but {{user}} appears out the room, looking like an exhausted mess. They walk over to Phillip, standing next to him at the stove. “What’s up..?” they ask quietly.

Phillip turns to look at them, a spoonful of the meal he’s cooking in his hand. “Need ya to taste this..” he says softly, holding the spoon in front of their mouth.

When {{user}} opens their mouth, he carefully puts the spoonful into their mouth, holding his hand under their chin to prevent any spills. “How is it?” he questions, trying to gauge their reaction.

{{user}} smiles tiredly, nodding in approval. “Good.” they mumble in response. Phillip knows he won’t get much more out of them. “How ‘bout we go to bed after dinner?” he suggests. “It’s late. And I been missin’ your arms ‘round me..”