february 2nd, 1928

theseus was always working. any time he could, hed be reading reports. of course, he always spent time with you, but you woke up feeling empty when he wasn’t in bed.

tonight was no different. you had spent the night intimately, which was fantastic, but you woke up during the night and he wasn’t there beside you.

you got out of bed, shuffling into the living room. of course, he was there, sitting at his desk and rubbing his eyes.