#19: kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
Dan already had his coat in hand and was headed to the door when he noticed Ross, hunched in front of his computer. He’d been working so hard lately, staying way past everyone else and coming in early, sometimes just sleeping at the grump space. Dan backtracked until he was standing behind Ross and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Ross, maybe you should take a break,” he said. As much as he liked ragging on Ross, he could see that he was getting worn down.
“I’m fine,” Ross said, tersely. Dan could see how tightly he gripped his stylus as he redid the same line of a drawing six or seven times, before moving to another one. Dan moved his hand so he could rub a circle on Ross’ back. He glanced around, even though he knew they were the last ones in the office, and pressed a quick kiss to the back of Ross’ neck.
Ross relaxed, just enough that Dan felt comfortable taking the stylus from his hand and setting it on the desk. Ross looked up at him, brow furrowed, but in confusion and exhaustion more than anger.
“Why are you still here?” Ross asked. Dan knew there was more to that question that just the immediate, but he tried to ignore that.
“Because I wanted to check in on you,” he replied, gently, cupping Ross’ cheek and then adding, “you fucking scrub,” just to see Ross smile a little and roll his eyes.
“You’re the scrub,” Ross grumbled, but he still tipped his head up as Dan leaned down to kiss him.
“Come home,” Dan pleaded, nose bumping against Ross’. Ross turned away to glance at his screen, and then sighed.
“Fine. But I want a whole fuckin’ platter of pizza rolls.”
Dan smiled. “Deal.”