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Tap tap tap.
Tony Eagle was hunched over his desk— One hand holding his head while the other mindlessly pressed at the spacebar of his computer.
Ugh. Headache… Tap tap tap.
He was having trouble focusing on his work. He was supposed to be drafting an important email right now, something important for the company—A simple progress report on their research. Why was it so difficult to write this…?
I can't focus on this right now. Maybe…
A groan. He didn't want to stop working, not when he was so close to finishing…!
His foot began to lightly thump against the floor; A simple stim he did often. He massaged his temple, another groan escaping him. It was impossible for him to focus on the task at hand, and it only served to frustrate him further.
"… ony?…"
Tap tap tap.
"… Tones? Hey, Tones, are you alright?"
Flinch.
Drawing him from his thoughts, a pair of hands rested on his shoulders. He whipped his head around—Far too fast, as it caused further pain—And was met with a concerned look on his boyfrined's face. Right… Hugo was over for the night. Shit.
"Tony, you seem to be… A little out of it. Do you want me to get you a glass of water?" Hugo's tone was soft, quiet enough to not cause further strain on his partner's headache.
Blink, blink. Tony had to take a moment to process the words the inventor was saying to him. Water… right, yeah, that sounded nice.
He cleared his throat, straightening his posture.
"…Please, if you don't mind."
"Of course, that's why I offered." He pat Tony on the shoulder before he turned towards the kitchen.
Exhale. Tony slumped in his chair, dragging a hand over his face as he sighed once more. God, he was too exhausted to finish this email. Was exhausted even the word to describe this? He wasn't sure… It wasn't often he felt this horrible pressure in his mind—it was excruciating, to be blunt.
It wasn't long before his partner returned, a small glass in hand. He offered it out to Tony, a gentle smile on his face.
"Here, drink this."
Nod. Tony hesitantly accepted the water, immediately taking a sip. refreshing, he thought. He definitely needed that.
"You should come sit on the couch with me for a bit. Get away from all that work for now, okay?" Hugo smiled, a hand outstretched.
Tony simply stared at him for a moment, glancing between the offered hand and his face. He was unsure how to respond to the smaller man's statement, tied between wanting to work and relax. It… was true, he needed a break… but he couldn't leave the email sitting—
"Tones, I know that look. You're not getting out of this one." Hugo chuckled, reaching out to grab his boyfriend's free hand. Intertwining their fingers as he carefully tugged Tony up from his chair.
"Hey—"
"Nope! C'mon!"
With that, Tony followed his partner over to the couch, not daring to protest his dearest Huey. As they strolled over, he glanced down at their hands, how gentle Hugo was holding onto his—It made him feel a nice warmth, a reminder that he was loved. It helped take his mind from the work for a moment, simple yet effective.
Once they were both seated, Hugo let go of Tony's hand—He then reached for the glass of water and set it down on the coffee table in front of them.
"…So, how are you feelin'?" It was a simple question, Hugo hoped it would be enough to let Tony open up. Sure, he already knew what was wrong, but it helped to get his boyfriend grounded.
"I… I'm fine? It's just a headache, Hu—"
"Are you sure? I could tell it was a bit more than than, dear."
"…Well, I suppose…" The taller man exhaled, covering his face with his hands. He had been fairly stressed, it was weighing on him a lot… It caused a frustration to bubble up inside of him, a looming dread overwhelming his entire being. But this happened… every so often, so it normal, right?
"I think you were overstimulated, Tones. You need to take a break..." The understanding tone Hugo had was reassuring to hear. It wasn't often Tony realized his own problems, so he was grateful to have his boyfriend there to assist him.
The inventor reached out to rub his partner's shoulder, flashing a wide smile his way. After a moment of thought, he moved in closer, resting his head on Tony's shoulder; He snuggled up with him, hooking an arm around the other's. Tony returned the gesture, finally letting himself relax as his head rested atop of his boyfriend's. Comfortable, nice. He liked this.
With a deep breath, Tony closed his eyes, letting himself sink back into the couch. It was pleasant and plush—Much better than that dingy desk chair. The silence between the two of them was enjoyable; The pressure in his head ultimately went away, which was a relief.
"A break sounds nice. Thank you, Huey."