He was still at his desk at 2 am. He ran a hand over his face and took a drag of his cigarette. He knew he was supposed to be in bed almost 3 hours ago. You were waiting for him, but he had work, so work he did.

You sat on the edge of the bed. Tommy was supposed to be in bed awhile ago. It wasn’t that you two didn’t fight, you two picked your battles. This was your battle.

You walked down to his study on the main floor and leaned on the door frame.

“I know what you’re about to say.”