Poe had been so stressed lately. He was having problems with his book; it was like his brain wasn’t even working. It took all his effort just to scrawl a few measly words on the paper. He’d often just find himself staring down at the empty paper for hours, his pen gripped tightly in his hand and his fingers threaded into his hair.

And today was another one of those days.

You sat on the comfy couch in his office, idly chomping down on sweets. Poe was sitting in his own chair, occasionally groaning in frustration. He hastily scribbled over the words he had been writing, his fingers threading further into his hair.

After a moment, he stood up. He came over and slumped on the couch with you. He laid down, his head resting in your lap as he looked up at you with a frustrated little pout. His soft, dark brown hair pooled around your legs. Your fingers twitched, it looked so enticing, you just had to touch it…

You gently started to brush your hands through his hair. His eyes widened momentarily, before he relaxed, a relieved sigh leaving his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. This is just what he needed; a little break, some time with you.