#bornfromthenetwork

BEGINNER’S LUCK

His head raises, and his eyes blink, because the man is right, as usual, and he is falling asleep. He tries not to, has tried not to, but he’s tired, and there’s been so much to do. There is always so much to, whether it’s required or not. If there isn’t something he must do, he’ll find something he can do. It’s his own fault, now, that he’s falling asleep at his console. 

The happiness in the man’s tone drags a smile to Paul’s face. He seems to be more excited about the day than Paul is, but Hugh always has had enthusiasm to spare for his partner, even if it isn’t something Paul’s able to muster an equal amount for. It’s something he likes about him. 

Had he missed the date, it would not have been the first time, nor would it be likely to be the last, but contrary to what was likely popular belief, he did try. He tried, and he knew that if there was ever a day to try just that little bit harder, it would be today. So with the help of...a certain number of notifications, he managed to get himself out of the lab at something that could resemble a decent time. 

He always tried. He tried very hard.

The doors slid open as he smoothed the front of his uniform, though he would change in a moment, once he got himself situated. He stepped in, offering a smile that he hoped wasn’t as uncertain as he felt. (He felt good, of course, happy to be home, anticipating the night they would spend together, but he didn’t know how long Hugh had been waiting.