Prompt: Henry stays up late in bed working, and Elizabeth falls asleep on his shoulder.
Henry was dying. Okay, so not really, but buried as he was under a mountain of papers from religious amateurs, it felt like it.
He'd set up base on their bed, so he could at least have his brain tormented while his body was comfortable. How did this student get to Georgetown without knowing what a paragraph was?
Elizabeth smiled at the sight.
"Up for company?"
"Always."
She sat next to him, with her head on his shoulder. He felt her yawn.
"Babe, why don't you go to sleep? I'm going to be up for a while."
"I'm... awake."
A few minutes later, he was deep in thought at an interesting point about Augustine raised by a student when he realized that Elizabeth's breathing was deep and even against him.
He smiled and lightly pressed a kiss to her hair.
Back to grading.