Gregory sat, writing furiously in the library. Having a free period, he had the chance to get a mission planed out for Christophe who was dyeing for another mission. Frustrated with his planning, studying, background checks, and homework as well, he was waist high in stress. Still writing away with his pen, Christophe sat down next to him.
" 'ou okay Gregory?" He was worried with how much work his boyfriend was doing lately.
He grunted in reply.
He takes that as a no.
He puts his arm around Gregory's waist and rests his head against his shoulder.
"Want to go to ze kitchen?"
Another grunt.
"Gregory, 'ou need a break."
A sigh.
He was getting somewhere.
"Come on, love, ee'll even carry 'ou zere."
A smile.
"Oh, fine."
They stand and Christophe grabs Gregory in his arms, bridal style, being a mercenary was paying off. Gregory closed his eyes, a smile on his face.
Christophe looked down and smiled, too
I Know I probably don't have the accent right but oh well.