Severus was exhausted, half asleep, staring down at his various sheets of half annotated worksheets.

He hadn’t come to bed, it was gone past midnight now.

Obviously worried you went looking for him, only to find him with droopy eyes hunched over pages of student work.

Severus glanced up, forcing himself awake, “I’ll be to bed soon.” He said, hand weakly clasping his quill as he tried not to completely collapse.

He hadn’t slept in days; the threat of death eaters, the worrying fate of Harry, the whole thing was causing the man to become an insomniac. You were worried.

It had been a couple days, often you’d wake up at 2 or 3am to find Severus fully awake just…staring at the ceiling, deep in thought. His fingertips would slowly card through your hair in a vain attempt to lull himself to sleep. It never worked.

“Just let me finish these pages.” He said, dark eyes averting to the pages on his desk.