You had just about had enough of this.

Your boyfriend was a perfectionist. You knew that when you met him, and you doubted that would change. But this was just too far. The clock on your nightstand said 1:00 AM, but Nate was still awake. Still cursing under his breath as he tried to complete him and Pran's group project.

"Nate," you groaned, rolling over in bed. "Just leave it. You finished your half, Pran can take a zero for his."

Nate didn't look away from his laptop, simply snapping, "No. I won't turn in a half-finished project."

You sighed, debating on whether or not this was a battle you could win. You could see the bags under Nate's eyes in his reflection on the screen. Magenta eyes tinged red from lack of sleep and staring at a screen for hours. A cold mug of coffee and half-eaten dinner sat beside him on the desk.

The blankets rustled as you slipped out of bed. Your hands kneaded slow circles into his shoulders. Nate tensed before slowly unwinding against you. He glared at the computer screen with glossy eyes.