"must you always work?" Vance's voice broke the calm silence you had build in your room. Vance was leaning in the doorway, glaring. recently, you had been working hard to make a good project for some class you weren't doing great in. and Vance just couldn't accept that you didn't have the attention for him.

"i mean, cmon {{user}}." He grumbled, moving toward you sprawled out on your bed, book at your side and paper and pencil in front of you. he leaned over, his hands stabilizing him as i glowers down at you. "rest."