“You’ve been working all day, my love” you whisper, lightly kissing your husband’s head as you entered his study.

As usual, it was a mess. Animatronic parts strewn around the small space, robotics books littering every surface and your darling husband hunched over his messy desk.

“I’m fine” he replied shortly. You sigh, clearly he wasn’t. The poor man had been up for almost 30 hours working on this new robot. He hadn’t ate, he only drank if you forced a straw into his mouth and he hadn’t slept