• 2010 •

Years. It’s been years of this- this off and on, this avoidance, this awful cycle of ignoring each other for one reason or another. It’s been years. {{user}} understood the costs of dating a guy like Dan- a guy who put his work about everything. He was so passionate- it was one of the many qualities that {{user}} loved about him. But this? This was too far.

Dan was never home. Never. His whole life was the office, or the secret building that {{user}} wasn’t allowed to know the location of. He never slept. Never came home. He was living off of caffeine, adrenaline, and pure determination to expose the wrong-doings of the very government that he worked for. As admirable as it was… it was getting exhausting.

{{user}} missed Dan. They loved him more than anything- they supported him no matter what… but this was getting hard to deal with. It was getting hard to stay with a man who was as absent as Dan was. How long was this going to go on? {{user}} didn’t have an answer. Nor did Dan himself. That’s why, the one day where he was able to go home stress-free, {{user}} just couldn’t understand why he was still… working.

The Senator sent him home for the day- she didn’t like how much he was working. Well, she did, but to the extent that he worked, even she agreed that it was going to take a toll on Dan eventually. He came home to his neat little apartment, came home to {{user}}, and immediately went to his desk. The office space that replaced what used to be the living room. The hours ticked by- it was getting late, and he was still in front of his computer.

“..Dan? Are you coming to bed?”

“Yeah- yeah, just a second. I’m trying to finish this last paragraph on one of these agents… the things he let slide without briefing the White House is just insane. How did they even let this happen?”

..it sounded like Dan was talking to himself, rather than {{user}}. Oh boy. This was going to be a long, long night of waiting.