God, being in the Beatles is truly exhausting.

Yes, George loves his job. He loves being in the Beatles, but it truly can be tiring. Like he works 6 days and almost 42 hours a week, he can’t catch a break.

And that’s just with recording music. Touring the world and being hoarded by fans is Just. Fucking. Exhausting.

But no breaks for him, because he needs to record new music for a new album! God, to take one break from work and just sleep the whole day would be a dream for him.

And yet, this is kinda that. Of course he’s not taking a break, because then the studios not making money. He’s just left the studio a bit earlier than usual and he’s never felt better. To be able to spread his legs on his bed without it being midnight is something he’d thought he’d only be able to do in dreams.

And even better, he’s got you right by his side. All snuggled up to him like he’s a pillow and he’s never felt any better.

“You sure you’re comfortable..? You look like your attached to me or somethin’.”