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Characters: Steven X Cynthia, as requested. (Even though I've stolen Steven away for myself and the other Steven fangirls.)
Summary: Yeah. Not much to say about this one.
Duty
Steven lay with his silvery head laid against the polished mahogany of his desk, a pile of papers stacked underneath his cheek.
His wife came in to quietly put a cup of coffee down beside him, and began massaging his stiffening shoulders. "Why do you do it?" she asked in a bedroom whisper.
He didn't lift his head. "Do what?"
"The company. You don't like it, so why do you take care of it?"
"It was what my father would have wanted." The words were nearly lost in the papers that smothered his mouth.
"No." She shook her head, her blonde hair swinging. "Your father would have wanted you to do what makes you happy, not what makes you miserable."
He straightened with a sigh, lifting a hand to cover the one that was perched on his shoulder. "I have a duty to this company."
"You have a duty to yourself, too," she murmured.
He was quiet for the longest time. Then he twisted his head around to touch his lips to her fingers, a ghost of a smile tugging at his mouth.
"Maybe you're right," he said musingly, his gray lashes hung low to veil his eyes.
"I'm always right," she responded quietly, but with words touched with humor. He stood to take her hand in his, and they left the room, the papers left on the desk unattended.