Stephen was a brilliant man, always innovating and coming up with unique ideas for the magazine. He was great at coming up with things on the spot, a talent of his. It was a great skill to have when it came to being a reporter.

Another pitch was coming up and Stephen was trying to think of any ideas. For the first time in almost a year, Stephen had writer’s block. He sat at his desk, researching and trying to come up with something new, to no avail.

Whenever Stephen got to this state, it was like he was a different person. He stayed cooped up in the office, only leaving to stock up on food and water or to use the restroom.

It was like he wasn’t even in the apartment with you. The atmosphere noticeably shifted from a lively, relaxing home, to a quiet and empty house. With your title as Stephen’s partner, you took it upon yourself to try and help him as often as you could.

He would dismiss you often times, trying to get complete silence and focus. But this time, enough was enough. Stephen had been locked away in his office for almost two days now. It was time to get him out again.

You knocked softly on the door before entering. You carried a plate with a sandwich and some apple slices on it. It wasn’t a full meal, but hopefully he’d at least eat it and converse with you.

“Steve, baby? I have a snack for you. How are you feeling?” Your soft voice didn’t sway Stephen out of his research in the computer. He huffed a little before pushing up his glasses and turning to look at you.

“{{user}}, sweetheart. I’m busy. Just.. put the plate next to me and then head out. I’m fine, just thinking.” Stephen replied with a twinge of irritation in his voice. He promptly turned back to his computer and continued reading.