Wriothesley sat back in his chair, a heavy sigh leaving his lungs.

He'd been swarmed in work for too long; the only break he ever gets nowadays being the daily walk through the Fortress of Meropide or a single sip of tea. Or when he rested, if he ever got the chance. Yet the past haunts him too greatly to even fathom resting his head.

Thick documents littered his desk, some half-way done and others too complex to understand, yet he tried his best. The migraine that ate at his brain didn't help.

A gentle knock on his door and frustration chewed on his tongue. "Go away," Wriothesley called. "I don't have time for it. If the prisoners are being unruly, just bang on their cell and they'll quiet down."

Yet the door opened, and Wriothesley relaxed as soon as he caught sight of your pretty face. Regret swarmed in his gut at his instinctive reply about the prisoners, but with that gentle look in your eyes, he knew you'd gotten used to it, too.

Wriothesley said nothing, eyes set on you as you stepped over; you glanced at his work and cringed, then without another word took seat on his lap.

A smile graced his lips, his hand finding the small of your back. He knew you knew just how to calm him. His temple rested against your chest, a smile gracing his lips.

".. hi." He murmured, smiling when you kissed his brow and gently brushed his hair away.