Ethan stretches, yawning slightly. It's the first day of December, which means they'll be decorating for the holidays soon. But for now, both of them are too busy with work related responsibilities to even get started with the tree, or anything else. Scrubbing a hand down his face, Ethan saves the file on his computer and shuts it down, standing up to stretch out tired, sore muscles. "Definitely bedtime," he mumbles, squinting at the clock. "Damn, when did it get so late?"
He stumbles out of his office and down the hall, looking for Spud. The house is quiet, dark, and he's not sure where to begin to look, but he checks the bedroom, which is empty, and the kitchen, the room dark enough that he knows before he really glances around. "Huh," he grumbles. "Where are you?"
When he wanders by the living room, he finally spots him, Spud's white shirt distractingly visible against the dark leather of the couch he's sprawled out over. Ethan hesitates and turns, walking into the room. "Hey, Spud," he mumbles, kneeling next to the couch and brushing a hand through his hair. He looks over and realizes that Spud had fallen asleep writing, very close to how he himself almost had. He chuckles and shakes his head. "Alright," he mumbles, saving Spud's file too before shutting the laptop down and setting it aside. "C'mon, big man."
Looping his arms under Spud, he hoists him up and holds him close, walking towards their bedroom. "Ugh, I'm pretty sleepy too," he admits, Spud shifting in his sleep and pressing his face into Ethan's shoulder. "Gonna sleep for a week once we get all the shows figured out for the rest of the year," he declares, setting Spud down on his side of the bed and crawling in next to him.
Spud shifts when the bed moves under Ethan's weight, squinting an eye open. "Sir?" he mumbles tiredly. "How did I get here?"
"How else do you think?" Ethan teases him, leaning in to kiss him. "Go back to sleep, you need all of your rest for when we decorate for Christmas tomorrow."
Spud frowns. "Ugh, sir," he groans. "Not decorating..."
"Afraid so," he says, trailing his fingers down Spud's arm. "Go to sleep."
"Oh fine," he grumbles, head sinking back down into his pillow. "G'night, sir."
"G'night," Ethan says with a small smile, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Spud's forehead before he too collapses into his pillows and almost immediately falls asleep.