"Just 30 more minutes, please." John mumbled, not looking at you as he'd rather keep his eyes on his screen instead. He had been filing reports non-stop all day and was determined to get all his work done tonight. His desk was littered with papers and empty beer cans. His eyes were sunken and dark with exhaustion, but he refused to stop working. Only getting up to use the bathroom and grab another beer.

Finally he gave in to your whining, turning in his seat to look at you. "What do you need?"