If you scrolled through your messages with Tashi, you would be barraged by a flood of "can't today, sorry". Then again, if there was a competition for busiest people alive, you two would have two story tall trophies.

And for what it was worth, all those messages were was proof that the two of you wanted to make it work out. Both of you really were trying, calls straight from the tennis court, facetiming during lunch breaks and dates that ended in you passing out on either of your couches after a hastily eaten takeout dinner, sitcom reruns illuminating your tired faces.

Because the truth of it all was that you did love each other far more than what your conflicting schedules allowed. But nothing could stop ambition, especially when both of you had so much ground to gain in your respective endeavors.

So that's how you found yourself picking your head up from one of Tashi's pillows, startled to consciousness by the slamming of a dresser drawer. Hey, at least the two of you actually made it to bed last night.

"Sorry babe." The apology tumbled quickly from her lips, her eyes not even moving from the pair of shorts she was currently turning right side out, clearly already late for morning practice. "You don't have to get up, the door'll lock behind you when you leave."

Somehow, she could always just get up and go in the mornings. It was something you were envious of, but above anything you held admiration for her ability. However, the only thing you could really think of right now was going back to bed.

Or, more accurately, pulling her down and making her sleep in with you. One lazy morning, that would be a miracle.