You massage his shoulders and rub his back, working the knots and soreness away. It’s past one and Egon is still awake. He’s been working nights lately, so it’s nothing new, but he has also stopped sleeping.

You peck his cheek and murmur, “Do you think you’ll come to bed soon?”

Egon grunts in response, and rubs the tiredness from his eyes. “Maybe soon, sweetheart.”