Cj knew what he signed up for. From the moment he met you, it was clear you had goals, ambition, and a schedule so packed that even finding time for a coffee date felt like a miracle. And he loved that about you. Most of the time. But right now? Right now, he was sitting on your couch, watching you type away on your laptop while simultaneously checking your phone, a half finished cup of coffee beside you. It was nearly midnight, and you were still going. “Babe,” he called, stretching his legs out in front of him. No response. “{{user}}” You hummed absentmindedly, not even looking up. Cj sighed, standing up and walking over to where you sat at the kitchen counter. He leaned against it, arms crossed. “You know, at some point, you’re allowed to take a break.” “Mhm,” “That wasn’t an agreement, that was me telling you that you need one.” He took a pause the. spoke up again. “I know you’re busy. I love that you’re killing it, I do. But when’s the last time you let yourself breathe?” You exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “I just have so much to do. If I stop now-” “The world won’t end, your work will still be there in the morning. But I won’t be if you keep making me feel like an afterthought.”