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It had been a long week for John. He'd hardly slept in the past two or three days trying to catch up on his work, and his class had been running him ragged all week long. It was driving him insane. But yet, even though he was absolutely exhausted, he'd put his work before his health. Again. Rose would even find him at his desk at about three in the morning, still working, and she'd insist he go to bed. But being the stubborn man he was, he'd ultimately refused. And eventually, Rose would get fed up and shuffle her way back to her bed and fall back asleep.
But the times that John had slept, it had been in the early hours of the morning, just before work. He'd end up falling asleep at his desk, only having to wake an hour or two later and survive the day by drinking coffee. About ten more hours without sleep. Blimey, how John had even survived was a miracle within itself. But then-- just as John was about to head out the door, his boss had come in and forced him to stay and finish some 'very important' paperwork due by tomorrow morning. Oh, joy. Normally, John would have been more than happy to do the work, but he felt as if he was going to collapse any second now. But he'd had to do it. God, was having a human life so annoying at times...
A few hours and three cups of coffee later, John had forced his way through the last page of the pile of papers. "Thank god!" He groaned, as he dropped the pen. Now he could finally go home, after a fourteen hour day. He could finally sleep. But boy, was Rose sure going to be furious with him when he got home. He hadn't called her about him having to stay after work hours, and well, frankly, when he pulled stunts like that, it had always ticked her off. He'd just have to attempt to smooth talk his way out of it. Even though he probably wasn't going to get anywhere by doing that, it didn't hurt to try.
So John shuffled his way home, coat slung over his shoulder and bag in the other hand. Pushing the door open, he hopefully slid his way in without being noticed. The lights were off, except for John's small desk light. Oh, had she gone to bed already? Well then. A bit uncalled for, but still.
John tossed his shoes to the side and laid his coat and bag on the couch, heading over to his room. No time for a quick snack like he would usually get after work. Too tired (and frankly a bit too lazy) for that. John rubbed his eyes and opened the door to his room. Switching the light on, John found someone he didn't quite expect to be in his bed. Rose. Fast asleep. In his bed. Now-- why on Earth would she be in his bed? Not that he was complaining or anything, it was just... weird. They'd each had separate rooms. They didn't really have reasons to sleep in each other's beds.
"Oh, Rose..." He mumbled, shifting his way over to his bed and laying down beside her. John hadn't even bothered to change. Figured he'd do it in the morning.
Rose seemed so... peaceful, when she was asleep. It made John light up with joy. He moved a few loose strands of hair out of her face and smiled. John thought it would be rude of him to wake her and make her waddle on over to her own room, so this one night, John let her sleep in his bed. For the first time since they'd moved in to their flat in Cardiff.
It was also the first time he'd been able to snuggle up against her, and if he were to be absolutely honest with you, it felt quite nice. "G'night, Rose." He whispered, knowing she wouldn't be able to hear him, as he curled up against her and pulled the blanket over the both of them.
