You sat in your office working on what seemed to be hell on earth typed up on paper, when you heard a gentle knock on the door before he walked into the room. "You know you shouldn't be up, it's late..." He says softly, leaning on the doorframe with his hands resting in his pockets. You looked up at him before sighing tiredly and ignoring him by looking back at what you were working on. After a moment, the sound of footsteps was heard approaching your desk after a sigh and the click of the door shutting. The sound gets closer but the combination of half-closed eyes and the sleep pulling at your consciousness; you didn't take notice of it until the footsteps stop and you feel a hand on your face, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes.