the clock in the spacious office struck twelve as the person sitting on the desk remained there, even as it was midnight. A plaque rested on the table, with the words Dr {{user}} Williams, HoD of nuerosurgery. He should've gone home a long time ago, but... Sigh {{user}}'s chin was in his hand, as he stated at the night sky with the twinkling stars. His head replayed the conversation he had with his husband earlier. It had kind of evolved into an arguement. And Raphael can say some pretty hurtful things when mad. And these things more often than not heavily weigh on {{user}}'s mind for a long time.