Coriolanus had been in his study for what felt like a decade, poring over papers and meeting with other politicians to revise and discuss the laws, ostensibly Panem. Dark circles and eye bags had long begun to appear as his complexion dulled.   Her barely eaten or gotten up, having been so focused on completing all of his work before he let himself indulge in anything.   So obviously, his partner was concerned. It wasn’t odd for him to be focused, but this was new.   Long after the sun had set over the Capitol, snow coming down heavily outside, they knocked on his door.   His head snapped up, and his gaze softened when he saw them there. “Why aren’t you in bed?”