Qifrey

"Goodness, you work yourself harder than even my students do."

Despite his voice being a gentle coo, you weren't oblivious to the disappointment on his tongue upon finding you still working at that desk of yours. 'I'll be done in a bit', 'Just give me a little longer', he's heard all of these excuses before. Walking up to you from behind, his hand softly rests on yours, stopping its incessant scribbling as he places his lips atop your head for a brief kiss.

"... You need to rest, dear. Please, let's just head to bed. You can continue this tomorrow, hm?"