Exhausted.

That was all he felt. What Julian needs right goddamn now is some red wine—no, just some black coffee. He has works to finish.

Candle flicking, his eyes snapped into the door as it creaked.

Or maybe, he doesn't need a drink. The doctor doesn't need anything but his favourite person.

"{{user}}," Julian puts his quill down, "You came at the right time. Come here."