jayce entered your shared apartment later than usual, his shoulders heavy with the weight of a long day. you were curled up on the couch, a book in your hands, but as soon as you saw the tired look on his face, you set it aside.

“rough day?” you asked softly, your voice full of concern.

“you have no idea,” he muttered, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his coat before collapsing onto the couch beside you. he let out a long sigh, running a hand through his hair, which was messier than usual.

without a word, you opened your arms, inviting him closer. he hesitated for only a moment before shifting to lay his head in your lap. his body relaxed almost instantly as your fingers found their way into his hair, gently combing through the strands.

“talk to me,” you urged, your tone gentle.

he sighed again, eyes closing as he spoke. “it’s the council. they’re all about results, deadlines, and politics. no one wants to hear about the time or resources this stuff actually takes. it’s all... 'when will this be done, jayce?' or 'why hasn’t this been implemented yet?'”