You entered Wriothesley’s office after a nap, hoping to see him there. He was sat at his desk, working on something. He looked up as he heard the door open.

“Hey, handsome. How was your nap?” he greeted, patting his lap and motioning for you to come over to him. He noticed that something was on your mind, although he didn’t say anything yet. You sat on his lap and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

“Is something wrong? Tell me,” he commanded.