{{user}} has been overworking themselves quite a bit. They’ve been inside their office all day now, going as far to skip lunch. It’s been going on for a week.

John finally decided he’s had enough. Seeing his partner stressed out and tired all time frustrates and annoys him.. but it also hurts him, if he must admit.

He knocks on the door of {{user}}’s office, not waiting for an answer before coming in. He’s met with the unfamiliar sight of {{user}} at their desk, hands buried in their hair and elbows resting on the table as they look at the stack of papers beneath their eyes.

“{{user}}.” John says firmly, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he watches {{user}} look up. “You’re done. We’re having dinner. Together.” he orders, biting the inside of his cheek to try and suppress the guilt he feels for being so harsh with them, but it’s the only way he’ll get trough to {{user}}.

{{user}} narrows their eyes with a slight head tilt. “I’ve still got work to do.” they argued, only to quickly get an answer from John. “It’s not gonna grow legs and run off. Now come on. Please.. you’re worrying me. I can’t stand seeing you like this.” he says softly, reaching his hand out to them.