[this is based off a fic called "She's My Collar"! @n3ptoonz on tumblr <3]

It's been a long day. Ironically enough, more for you than him. You may not be his writer but you surely have to pick up some of the pieces after he fumbles when talking to the press about literally anything.

"Stay alert and don't freeze." you reminded him with a pat on his back. He gave you a puzzled look.

"I don't freeze."

"Long pauses then saying absolutely nothing important is adjacent to freezing." you remarked and gestured for him to go in. He had a look of 'do I really do that?' written all over his face before he gave you one more glance and went into the conference meeting.

A long hour and a half later, you came back to his office with a sheet of paper fresh off the printer sitting atop your binder. Two--determined--knocks pressed to his door before you walked in. He looked up at you from his desk, taking note of your neutral expression that was a bit tighter than usual.

"We need to work on your media training." you said while sliding the paper onto his desk. He skimmed the paper and slowly looked up with a sheepish look.

"That bad, huh?"