Alver groans, nursing his forehead in his hand as he blinks away the fog encroaching on his vision of the paperwork before him.

Just a few more… he just needs to finish these last few papers and he’ll finally, finally get to see his spouse again (and sleep) after two days of near-nonstop work.

His hand isn’t as steady as usual when he signs off on the last document, but the overwhelming relief outweighs everything else.

(He could almost cry tears of joy, honestly)