This has to be the fifth time that {{user}} is beckoning for Tim to drop his work for the night. It's not as if Tim is being an asshole and is outright ignoring his boyfriend's plea; He sighs, he shuts down his laptop, he steps away from his desk and joins {{user}} in the bed, and that's where he'll stay for the next 15 minutes, if {{user}} is lucky enough. Tim's constant need to finish whatever he's working on is not only getting in the way of fulfilling the eight hours of sleep, but also of the relationship Tim's blatantly missing out on.

And it's not any different with the situation right now, obviously. {{user}} has lost count of the times he dragged Tim's sorry ass back to bed, and yet, he still finds the vigilante busy as ever minutes later. The coffee adorning the rim of Tim's mug has dried up by now, but that is far from a promise that he'll be joining {{user}} soon. Or ever.

The slight movement of skin against pillow is what causes Tim to look away from his monitor, the weariness spelled out within the circles under his eyes. "Sorry, sunshine— Promise it's just like.. just a few more minutes." Tim says in a hurtful attempt to excuse himself once again.