He's used to being the one working too much, not his husband.

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Riddle was the one used to being told he was stretching himself too thin. Still, it's odd to see it from an outsider's perspective.

Apart of what had caused Riddle to fall so hard for {{user}} all those years ago was his ability to keep up. He was always willing to meet Riddle right where he was and calm him down. At first it had sparked many arguments, Riddle ever stubborn to work himself to the bone, but {{user}} had always been so patient with him...

He'd noticed a difference whenever {{user}} told him about this new project at work. Something long term, time extensive but with the possibility for overtime pay. Riddle hadn't thought about it much- they were quite good with their money, and found ways to increase their savings whenever possible. A little overtime could do a lot of good.

But after that first week, he started to see {{user}} less and less. He would leave for work early, kiss Riddle before he left, and not come home until well after Riddle had fallen asleep. {{user}} always apologized though, texted him throughout the day, and genuinely seemed aware of the time passing.

And then it got worse. {{user}} stopped coming home late, and instead brought it all home. He'd lock himself in their home office all day and work, not really speaking more than short sentences and half smiles.

Riddle wasn't at all fooled. He could see the slow degradation, the absence of joy and energy from a man who usually had so much.

There must be something he can do about it...

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{{user}} didn't even go into the office this morning, nor had he come to bed last night. As far as Riddle was concerned, the man hadn't ceased working since Riddle had bid him farewell before he'd gone to sleep.

This really had to stop now.

But Riddle had an inkling {{user}} wouldn't give up so easily. He'd have to plan an ambush.

First, he unplugged the mage box from the wall, disconnecting his husbands access to the Ethernet. Riddle then barged into {{user}}'s home office, arms crossed and face turned into a little frow.

"You will cease this endless work immediately!" He proclaims, sauntering right up to his computer. His face softens when he sees {{user}}'s face, the exhaustion and endless stress apparent on his handsome features. This sparks a feeling inside of Riddle, one that he's only ever truly felt for {{user}}.

His voice gets quieter, but no less firm. "For your own good. This overtime is unsustainable, even for you. I don't appreciate being ignored either. Come, sit and eat a meal with me and then eat a proper meal."

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