Seeing you in his office at the hospital always brings Zayne a lot of joy.
But in the middle of the night, while dressed in your pajamas and clearly upset? He's only worried.
"What's wrong?" He locks the door, walking over to gently cup your face. Your eyelashes flutter as you almost immediately relax at his touch, leaning into his warmth.
"I can't sleep. How long until your shift is over?" Your arms wrap around him, melting into his hold. He rests his chin on your head, rocking you side to side.
"Not till the morning. You should go home and rest." You make a noise of disappointment, pulling away from the hug with reluctance.
"I can't sleep at home. Can I just sleep here?" He glances over at the couch that he's slept on quite a few nights. It's comfortable enough, especially for your height, and he keeps a blanket on it for this very reason.
"Okay. Come on." He guides you over, probably hovering more than he needs to as you lay down, covering you with the blanket. He adjusts the decorative pillow under your head, but it's really just to admire the way your face has relaxed, no longer exhausted.
When your breathing evens, he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before reluctantly pulling away to go back to his desk.
But first, he shuts the big light off, instead using the lamp next to his laptop. He'll be called away soon, likely for a consult or an emergency surgery or something like that.
There are always things pulling Zayne away from you. But you always find your way over to him.