When it's time for us to part for work, you would softly whine while I patted your head patronizingly. I would laugh at your silliness yet feel that tiny miserable pang since I won't be with you, even if it was just that few hours. I would always lift up my phone and say, "Call me when you're missing me. I'll do my best to pick up." That last sentence was a bluff, because I'll always pick up no matter how busy I was. Even if it cut my inspiration, I don't care just because you're that precious and special to me. In that span of 8 to 9 hours I would receive almost 2 to 3 calls per hour, which made me anticipate those calls because I'll never be able to predict why you called. I would always chuckle at one of those calls because you called just to hear my voice or remind me to eat. 

When it's time for lunch, you would always prance over before I could come and find you, holding up 2 sets of lunch and dragging me to the pantry to  eat. You'll always worry I'm not eating enough, though I brush it off by saying I wasn't hungry. I noticed you always bought bigger portions for me and gave me some of your portion, but you have to eat too. I know you're worried but I'll manage just fine with that bigger portion. Your work is more physically taxing than mine, and I'll always sneakily give back some of my food to you. It was a happy time, that unfortunately passed quickly in a flash. We would then separate and go back to our workspaces, after me pecking your lips and murmurin