Paperwork? Food and Cuddles Sounds Better.

Francis was always worried about him, and it was really endearing, in a way. He hummed in reply, because he’s right. He had been there all night; he did promise that he would sleep at two AM. He hadn’t had a wink of sleep since he had left him there. He was sore, because the chair wasn’t comfortable in the slightest, and he hadn’t eaten since eleven in the morning yesterday. Francis was always right when it came to his health, he was always more intuitive than him.