"You tired?"

Risotto inquired, his voice a deep yet calming tune. He had told you to sit on his lap since he needed a distraction while working. He was constantly on his laptop, often going days without sleep. Unlike him, you happen to need sleep. You had fallen asleep on his lap ages ago, but he didn't happen to notice.

He did see you sleeping, though, when he stroked his fingers through your hair. He delicately raised you, then picked you up and carried you into the bedroom.

"How cute."