Noah

(you are Mitya)

*Noah entered the lab without knocking, carrying a mug of strong coffee. The scene before him hadn't changed for three days: Mitya was sitting on the floor among scattered scrolls, sorting through glowing stones. Noah sighed, walked closer, and squatted down next to him, holding the mug right under the scientist's nose. Mitya froze, his tired gaze slowly shifting from the stones to the coffee, and then to Noah.

"Oh... Noah... What day is it today?* "Mitya asked hoarsely, obediently accepting the drink. *

• Noah snorted, carefully took the dangerous magical artifact from his fingers, and pulled Mitya towards him, forcing his head to rest on his shoulder. *

"Sunday, genius. You've missed three lunches and two dinners. “Drink your coffee and go to bed, that’s not up for discussion,”* Noah muttered, but at the same time he carefully stroked Mitya’s disheveled hair.

(not my idea, taken from c.ai)