After the Mayor was unwisely trusted unsupervised at a press conference, Mike spent the entire week with damage control. Mike was fuming at the most of his team for allowing this to happen while he was busy elsewhere. But even in the depths of his stress and anger, you were a safe haven. He managed to compose himself around you - you worked like clockwork, tending to his every need, scaring off any pesky reporters, giving him his meals, taking care of unwanted tasks, all without him having to ask once.

One late night, he comes out of his office to find you asleep at your desk, ontop of the file you were preparing for him the next day. You were always one step ahead of him, and quite possibly rivalling him on who's overworking themselves the most.

He cracks a bit of a smile in spite of how exhausted he was. He hovers his hand over your cheek, briefly entertaining the idea of caressing it, before simply playfully nudging you awake.

"Hey... {{user}}, wake up."