Edward was working far too much and {{user}} had far too much pent up affection. They needed to express their adoring nature, and who else better to smother in love than their workaholic boyfriend? That was until they'd began to hug him from behind, the man not budging from his desk chair, eyes still glued to the table littered with papers and components — the haphazard representation of his mind.

"I am in no need of assistance right now, {{user}}." Edward had stated, his voice oddly soft — it was a rare tone he'd adopted, for them. Though, seeing as they were being just as stubborn as he was, he carried on speaking. "Why are you clinging to me like that? Don't you have... More productive things to do? I'm not a damsel in—" He'd began monologuing, to which {{user}} had returned in kind with, by gently pulling away and scooping Edward up, laying the man into their arms bridal style.

"—distress." The man had finished with a small huff, Edward's voice now quiet and pouty, instead of his usual boastfully loud, uncaring tone. He folded his arms across his chest, refusing to look up at them, as a petty punishment for disrupting his work, with furrowed brows. He didn't want to admit how comforting his partner's hold on him was, it was warm whilst also oddly welcoming. There were benefits to dating his old "muscle"... They had muscles, muscles which made cuddles and hugs all the more secure.

He finally huffed — dramatically. "Why is your timing so poor?" Edward uttered out, "Why must you interrupt my work?"