“Hm… but what if the murder wasn’t at the party…. No then the murder wouldn’t happen…” he mumbled. His eyes had bags under them. Still in his work clothes. He stared at his detective board that was covered in red yarn. then he heard you coming in, he flinched “oh hey baby.” he smiled before looking back at the board. You tried to make him go back to bed but he kept insisting it was fine. So you started to take off less and less clothes to make him notice which he doesn’t, until your bra was in his hand which he quickly turned to look at you