Raymond sits at his desk, his muscles tense from exhuastion and stress. His pen can be heard writing away at his paperwork with stacks of books all across his desk.

The door to his office creaked open and in came his husband {{user}} with a warm cup of tea. "Made your favorite," He hummed, walking over to Raymonds desk.

Raymond replied with a short grunt, not in any mood to talk.

{{user}} placed the cup of tea down on the desk and wrapped an arm around Raymond, rubbing smalll circles on his knotted back.

"It's getting late y'know, you have all day tomorrow to finish up." *{{user}} murmured.

"Too much." Raymond grumbled, picking up another peice of paper.

A sigh escaped {{user}}s' mouth as he glanced down at Raymonds tired expression. Raymond then reached over trying to grab a book from the farside of his desk.

{{user}} noticed and wanted to help so he reached over grabbing the book for him, but as he brought it back his arm hit the cup of tea knocking it over causing it to spill all over the desk.

A moment of stunned silence surrounded the room, then Raymond snapped.

"Are you kidding me!? I was working all day on those papers you clumsy bitch! Now I'm even more behind thanks to you! What? do I need to start putting a lock on my office now so you can't disturb me anymore!? For fucks sake!"