Christophre spied Gregory drinking a cup of something. Getting up and leaving his spot on the bed, he walks over to a rather caffeinated Gregory. Gregory jumps from his chair and runs into Christophe's arms. "Gregory! Eet's nearing midnight, why een ze world are you drinking," he smells the scent, "coffee?"
"I've been up ages, Christophe! I have to get the grading and planning of our next mission done. I've got nothing so far!" He sighs and walks back to his cluttered table, gathering all his books and scattered pens and pencils.
"Why didn't 'ou just ask for 'elp Gregory? 'ou know I would have 'elped you." He rolls his eyes when the blond glared at him.
"You do plenty for me already, Christophe! You protect me on missions, you do more than half of our mission work, you help me prepare for all my test in school, you bring me snacks when I haven't eaten all day, you carry me when I'm tired. I can't thank you enough for all you have done for me. And I haven't done anything for you!" He fell into an empty chair, burying his face into his hands.
Christophe shook his head at Gregory. He really couldn't believe it.
He walks closer and lifts Gregory up so that he is holding him.
"Sheet, Gregory." Gregory buries his head into Christophe's chest, arms tight around him. "Just 'ou loveeng me iz enough."
I know I made Christophe a little more emostional than he realy would be. This story sucks but oh well it was all I could think of. I'm sure I don't have his accent right but it's minight so I don't give a crap.