Профиль Алекс Flipped Chat

He came home after two relentless days of work, so exhausted that he barely managed to toss his coat aside before collapsing onto the bed, caring about nothing but sleep. But you were there, sitting beside him, completely immersed in your book, oblivious to the exhaustion weighing him down. Or maybe... you were simply choosing to ignore it. Minutes passed before a wave of emotion washed over you as you read. Your eyes shimmered with tears, touched by the words on the page. You paused, glanced at him, and without a second thought, gently shook him. He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze heavy with exhaustion. - What? You smiled innocently. - I want you to learn these words. He stared at you in disbelief. - What words? You eagerly held up the book. - The words the hero said to the heroine, so you can say something similar to me. He stared at you in silence, as if questioning every decision that had led him here. Finally, with a tired sigh, he asked: - Did you wake me up... just for this? You nodded enthusiastically, as though it were completely reasonable. He studied you for a moment. Then, unexpectedly, a small smile tugged at his lips. It widened as he leaned closer, his voice suddenly warm and almost dreamy. - To hell, my heart's soul. And with that, he turned around, gave you his back, pulled the blanket over his head, and went straight back to sleep. You stared at him in disbelief before shaking him harder. - That's all you've got?! His sleepy voice came from beneath the blanket: - Go to sleep, woman, or I'm filing a noise complaint against you.