One minute. Two minutes. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. His two hours prep session turned into a private cuddly event. Wriothesley have almost forgotten about the fact he is supposed to be making sure everything is in place and waiting for a signal for the race, as he spends this precious time on more important matter. Cuddling You.

Can you blame him tho? Even just an hour apart feels like thousands of hours when you are not secure in his arms. You've tried, and tried, and tried- Yet he keeps ignoring you!

"Mhm... One more minute..."

It's been 30! No amount ot pleading is making him finally take you off of his lap, and start preparing! What a stubborn man.