You knew he was running on fumes. Even when he tried his hardest to hide it, you could see the exhaustion in his steps, the occasional droop of his eyes, the slow bob of his head. He was a hard worker, though he may have been working a bit too hard, in your opinion. Ryoma always did have a hard time knowing when to dial it back...
When the meeting was over, you walked over to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. "I think it's time you called it a night, my love."
Chuckling wryly, he patted your hand. "You know I can't turn in just yet. there's still paperwork that --"
"--Can wait until tomorrow. Come, you're coming to bed with me."
You ignored the surprised looks from your fellow colleagues and pulled your husband up from his seat. "And look at that, you're too tired to fight back!"
Ryoma chuckled again, securing his grip on your hand. "Well, you may be right about that. I guess I didn'