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It has been a terrible day for you. And luckily enough, you already know where to go, maybe…
Who else would it be if not Spy? Sometimes you’d sneak out to pay the Frenchman a visit with the sole purpose of annoying his ass, occasionally to complain, but today is different. To be fair, you’re not even sure if you’re gonna get what you wanted or get dismissed instead. You’re a bit skeptical to think that he would care about your inconveniences, but part of you is just wanting— no, needing his company.
The walk to his quarters had you feeling like you’re walking miles to get there, what if he doesn’t have the time to be burdened by your whining, you tell yourself it’s just one of those days, where you’d barge in out of nowhere to be needy all for him, maybe asking for hugs even. You find yourself lingering right before his door, waiting at least a few seconds before knocking and opening it in the slightest. “Spy?”
And to your surprise, he’s already sitting on the edge of the bed, as if he’s expecting you there. “Come.”
“Done with your duties I suppose? You don’t look well.” You watched him rise from his feet and walked towards the cabinet as he began scouring through his top drawer. The room is usually quiet by the time the mercenaries have gone to their quarters, you could almost hear the soft sliding sound of wood as he pulled the hairbrush out of his drawer. The faint sound of wood cracks from his fireplace too.
He then blew the smoke out of his cigarette, tracing the bristles of the brush with his fingertips; He's waiting for your answer.
“Yeah, just tired is all.” It was difficult for you to hide the exhaustion from your voice, and he knew there's more than just saying you're a little tired anyway. “Long day wasn't it?”
“Why don't you sit with me? Let's get you ready for bed.” Spy tapped the spot beside him with his palm. You followed his orders and settled yourself next to him, he extended an arm and peeled off his suit carefully.
“Do me a favor and undo my tie, mon ange.”
He moved his arm out of the way and let you pull the knot of his tie loose, “Now that's better.” Spy unbuttons his collar, he leaned slightly forward and held a gentle grip on your cheek, it slowly rode down to your arms as he pulled you to the bed. It was oddly comforting.
You could still remember the first time you entered Spy’s room in the middle of the night, you just needed an extra pillow, you say. Didn't take that long until it led up to having a great night with him, this made you want to see him more.
And so you did, as soon as he hears you walk in through the door, he’d snatch you right onto the bed to get you all cuddled up, then he'll read you a novel, sometimes a poem written in his language, on occasions you’d help him patch his wounds and nurse him for the day. It has become a habit for you to see Spy at night from time to time.
And for some reason, he's always more than happy to accommodate your needs. Even if his cranky face doesn’t show it. He never told you that either, but hey, at least he’s not aggressively wedging your head into the door. You’re lucky enough he’s letting you lay on his own bed, he just did your hair nicely and now he’s holding you as if that’s what coworkers are supposed to do.
“What’s got you so down, mm?”
“I don’t feel like talking about it…”
“Then let’s get you well rested, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Poor angel… Can you close your eyes for me?” You felt fingers gently tracing your shoulders, then to your neck, slowly hiking up again back to your hair. For some reason, he really enjoyed playing with it, he absolutely loved how soft those strands against his aged skin, how good it smells. He couldn’t get enough of it.
“Good girl.”
“I’ll be right here when you wake up.”