#(( he’s even insufferable while sleep deprived….. henry can get no rest from this man’s attitude!!!! ))

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'You're falling asleep on your feet. Get some sleep.' ( from henry <3 / @ladyseidr )

WILLIAM MUTTERS SOMETHING UNDER HIS BREATH THAT HE’LL LATER REALISE IS ENTIRELY NONSENSICAL. He’s trying to finish a low level repair on the Spring-Bonnie suit, stubbornly refusing to accept Henry’s help: both out of an enthusiastic urge to learn how to work the suits himself, and of a newly born uncomfortable resentment that Henry’s the genius inventor. Sure, they’d both concocted this idea together, but Henry is the technical whizz — where William had only been able to provide the creative and business spark to things, Henry had provided both of those and more. He’s always been a jealous boy, but he’s older, a young man now, and it doesn’t sit right, this envy. So he works. If he can just teach himself enough that he can make a suit from scratch, then those feelings will die, and all will be right with the world again. …Except from the fact it’s been two days, and William is finding himself literally sleeping on the job, his head knocking gently against the suit every time he passes out. It’s only Henry’s presence in their shared workspace that drags his attention: immersed in conversation with himself about tools and techniques, William drags bleary eyes to the other man, blinking owlishly at him to get his gaze to focus.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” he mutters sluggishly, and stifles a yawn into the crook of his elbow. Despite his envy deep down, he keeps that well hidden — his voice remains light and fond, even as he registers he’s already beginning to doze off again. “Me sleeping while you take the credit for my perfect work. Yeah right. I’m going to…” Another yawn, so emphatic that it makes his jaw ache. Hunched over the footplates of the suit, he gestures vaguely in their direction. “Men make millions while the common public sleep, Henry. Come over here. Tell me what I’ve done wrong.”