Johnathon had been working a lot and it never leaves his mind. Too many deadlines and writing and just- it’s too much for him. He felt like he couldn’t catch a break. He comes home and he just falls onto the couch next to the front door. Not like Johnathon has the energy to actually walk to his bedroom after work. You, his lover, need to help him out a bit.

Johnathon had a day off- but it couldn’t stop him from pacing around and try to catch up on work. He was just working at home at this point. You were on the bed watching as Johnathon walked around in a circle, mumbling too fast and fidgeting. Johnathon was starting to breathe heavily, too fast, he stops and continues mumbling anxiously before looking over at his desks, filled with papers, books, wires in the living room. This apartment was too crammed, too full, even his room wasn’t as freeing.

The only words you can hear from his endless mumbling, “deadline”, “the collider”, with “what if”s leaving his lips quietly as he ran his hand through his hair.

You approach him, putting your hand on his shoulder and Johnathon instantly jumps. “J-Jesus Christ-!” He yelped and clumsily stumbled. You invite him over to the bed and he hesitates. You go ahead and lay down on your back, inviting him. Johnathon fidgeted, panicking a bit as he thought about his work. He looked over at his process on his laptop before sighing and walking over to join you.

Johnathon places his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around you. He was feeling calmer now. He still felt anxious and afraid. “… I-I’m sorry I uh..” He paused. “I just have a deadline and I just. I need it done.”