It was a rainy morning and Crawford was typing away at the computer in the attic laboratory, shivering occasionally from the draft in the old estate. As his fingers hit the keys, his thoughts shifted to his partner. They were probably cuddled up in their bed and reading on this dreary day, and something about that thought put a yearning ache in his stomach. He saved his work and turned off the computer, heading down to the second floor and walking to {{user}}'s room. As he walked through the door, his gaze fell on them. The warm light from the lamp gave the room a cozy glow, his partner sitting there reading while propped up on pillows. He gave a sheepish smile.

"Can I join you...?"