Once you approached his office, the door was open, a bright stream of light breaking through the darkness of the room and out into the dim hallway.

Multiple monitors were splayed in front of his desk, flickering, some showcasing limitless blocks of text, information about suspects, and the usual complicated stuff you had no idea about.

It was so difficult thinking about how hard it is for you to process so many things at the same time and his brain was probably working like it was normal.

He sat still in his arm chair, his spiky hair tousled, as per usual.

Honestly, you would've thought he was sleeping aside from the fact you could hear him softly muttering after small intervals.

His thumb was pressed right against his lips, slightly nibbling on his thumbnail.

His desk was slightly cluttered with stacks of folders and files.

The soft hum of his computers and the rhythmic beeping filled the room.

You honestly felt a bit bad having to interrupt him, but it was almost time for you to head to bed and you had to know if he was coming with you.

He was also trying his best to spend enough time with you but also with his work.

He had never had to juggle such things.

You're his first ever lover.

"I didn't notice you come in."

He said, his voice low and raspy from not having spoken in a while, although he didn't turn his head yet.