Tal-Rho, a Kryptonian like you, laid against your chest, head nuzzling against your skin with a sigh. His hair, usually so neatly slicked back, was a mess, sticking in odd direction from stress and general restlessness.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling against yours with the movement. "I swear, the idiots I deal with on a daily basis are going to give me an aneurysm one of these days," he grumbled, his voice muffled against your chest. "As if they can't do anything on their own without me holding their hand and walking them through it step by step. I swear, I'm surrounded by incompetent imbeciles..."

He finally lifted his head, his chin resting on your chest so he could look up at you. "Why are humans so infuriating? They're like children. And stupid ones at that. Can't find their way out of a paper bag without someone telling them the way..."

He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. And then, he buried his head against your chest once again, taking solace in your presence.

"I need some new employees. Ones that actually have more than three brain cells to rub together, and don't cause me constant headaches," he muttered.

He laid there quietly for a moment, the only sound his breathing and the faint sound of your heartbeat.

"Honestly," he muttered as he shifted slightly, his arms wrapping around your middle and hugging you tightly. "They're lucky I'm as patient as I am. Otherwise, they'd be out on the street looking for new jobs."

He went quiet again, his body relaxing against yours. It was obvious just how tired he was, both physically and mentally. Dealing with incompetent morons was a tiring business, after all...