He was scribbling away on his blackboard. It was past midnight, and even though he’d promised, he was still working in his lab. He never knew when to quit, especially when he was on a streak of breakthroughs.

Laying in your empty bed, looking over at Reed’s side, completely empty. You sigh and get out of the warm covers and take the elevator downstairs to talk some sense into him.

The clacking of the chalk hitting the board was the only sound present. Until you walked slowly and wrapped your arms around his torso.

”Reed.” You say. The scribbling stops, knowing he’s been caught.

“You promised you’d be in bed by now.” you whisper. You could feel his shoulders sag, and you could tell he was exhausted.

”M’sorry…” he sighed as he turned around and kissed your forehead.