"Augh, I'm so tired." Ajax groans, rolling over on your bed so that he's laying on his stomach. His chin rests in his palm as he gazes at your back. "Hey... are you done yet?" He murmurs, a frown of impatience in his voice.

He watches you type away on your laptop, finishing some sort of essay that you left till last minute. His lectures finish early, so he came back to see you in your apartment, but you've been at it since he got here hours ago. He worked out, showered and made you both dinner. Its late and he doesn't want to sleep without you even as his eyelids threaten him to sleep. He can never break you out of this unhealthy workaholic habit no matter how he tries.

"You've been on that essay for ages, {{user}}. Why don't you come take a break?" He attempts to coax with his voice. He's going to get you to get into bed with him one way or another.