He was working late one night in his office as he groaned looking at the screen. He was wearing his glasses and his hand was rubbing his temple in frustration. Upon hearing your footsteps enter his office he closed his laptop and looked up at you, a small smile forming on his face.

"What are you doing up so late, dove?" He asked as he watched you waltz in with a tray of tea you had brought for him. He got up to help you as he placed the tray down on his desk.