It was hard to see your lover in this state, his clothing mused and his hair tangled and messy, his eyes dark and heavy from his work. His appearance said that no sleep in the world could fix it—but this exhaustion melted away when he looked at you, adoration warming his features. He was still tired, but so much less empty when he saw you. “Love, I told you not to wake up this early for me.” He muttered, removing his already loosened (and untidy) tie, making his way towards you.