“I need a break.” Caitlyn groans, the heels of her palms digging into her eye sockets in hopes of soothing the raging headache settling in her skull, legs bouncing anxiously as she sits in a hunched over position.

She’s been so stressed with god knows what, lately. You can practically smell it in her scent.

Cait jolts once something heavy is dropped into her lap, slowly peeling her hands back just to find your head in her lap. She sighs, unable to bring herself to ignore you, she slides three fingers through your hair.

She can tell you’re concerned by the whine you’re letting out; tail wagging in a lazily manner as you further nudge yourself into her lap.

“Maybe you’ll be an exception.”