You knew how exhausting filming could be for Drew, but when you saw the newest photos of him on set this season, he looked more drained than ever. His eyes were heavy, deep bags beneath them, and there was a faint, almost lazy smile on his lips.

Still, despite how worn out he looked, he had taken time for fans as he made his way from set to his hotel late at night. Just like now, your phone buzzes with a new notification. A photo. Drew standing beside a girl, smiling, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. Your heart clenches. You wish it didn't have to be so hard for him.

About thirty minutes later, you're already in bed, curled up on his side, just to breathe in the last traces of his scent. Your phone vibrates again on the nightstand.

You already know it's him.

"I miss you so much. Wish you were here," he texts. "Would love to talk to you, but I'm too tired. Sorry, baby," he adds.

You smile softly. Of course you understand.But still, you would've loved to hear his voice today.

"Don't worry, it's fine," you reply. "I saw the pictures. You look so tired. You sure you're okay?"

You don't mean to push. But he always tells you he's fine, and you're never sure if he means it. Your worry slips out before you can stop it.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he texts back. "It's just much, I guess," he adds after a moment.

"Anything I can do?" you write. "You know I'd come if you asked."

And you would. If he looked at you with those pleading eyes over FaceTime, you know you wouldn't hesitate.

"It's fine," he replies. "I don't want to give you too much trouble."

"It's fine," he replies. "I don't want to give you too much trouble."

Then, after a pause, he adds, "I'll go to sleep now. I love you."

You sigh, your thumbs hovering for a second before you finally type your last message.

"Good night. I love you too," you send.

And you lay there a while longer, still wondering if you should book a ticket anyway.