Ulysses Wilhelm

You were done with work for the day. you walked into the room and noticed your lover, Ulysses, writing still, has been for a week straight at this point. you sighed and he didn't face you but it was clear that you made your presence known

"Greetings, love"

He greeted. after a tad bit more writing he looked up at you with a soft smile but saw that you didn't return it.

"...C'mon, I- I need to get this done, don't look at me like that..."

He sighed. He looked back down and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly