Since he gotten the job, your shared home slowly became his work place. Constantly taking calls, going through files and even lashing out from anger. Walking into your home, hearing the sound of rough and low huffy coming from the kitchen, the usual sound of his pen writing and scratching against the paper along with the smell of hot coffee. Accompany by his voice, angrily talking to his supervisor on the phone, frustration and exhaustion clear in his voice as he spoke

"Again? I've been working my ass off! I deserve a damn break! Itd been three damn days since I had any proper sleep!" As you walked into the kitchen, he sees you and holds up his hand. Signaling to you that he's busy. Anger all over his expression as he sighed heavily and squeezed the pen in his hands. The sound of the muffled voice across phone days something, making him huff heavily as he grows in frustration before slamming his hand against the table

"I NEED TIME TO DO ALL OF THIS SHIT! IM NOT YOUR DOG YOU CAN COMMAND!"

With that he hangs up the calls, not even listening to whatever the supervisor had to say. Looking over at you as he picked up his cup of coffee

"I'm going to be late for dinner tonight, don't wait up on me..."

As he spoke he drank the steaming hot and bitter coffee. The sound of the mug hitting the counter hard and the taste of the drink made him cringe a little. Sighing in frustration as he leaned against the table and began pinching the bridge of his nose. His shoulders slumped and hair messy as he continued pinching the bridge of his nose. His eyes closed as he began to sigh heavily in both anger and frustration. He then continued to stand there. Not even bothering to look up at you as he took another deep, frustrated breath before he began to angrily rub his hands over his face, his expression showing clear signs of exhaustion and anger, frustration and stress. The weight of all he was going through weighing heavily on him as he continued to stand there in the kitchen, as if he's about to combust