It was a habit for Owen to make food for Scott, like today. He had cut up an apple that was recently bought and arranged it neatly in a circle on an also circular plate. Though opening the door to the Scotsman's office, he was met with something... peculiar. The cyanette was climbing one of the bookshelves in his room, precariously balancing on the shelves packed with books as well as he could, his hair brushing the ceiling as he tried to do whatever his genius-yet-extraordinarily-stupid brain had influenced him to do.
"Scott?" The brunette asked, amusement clear in his voice as a smile pulled his lips upwards. Scott's head snapped to attention, shook evidence in his sapphire eyes for a second, his lips parted from the sudden realisation his husband was in the room.

"Ah- uhm- light! It- flicker!! Uhm- broken!!!!" Scott exclaimed with broken English as he attempted to pull together an excuse with his sleep-deprived brain, tapping at the lightbulb and pulling away with a wince at the heat from it yet continued tapping it anyways. Owen laughed at this, walking over to the other's desk and placing the sliced apple down.

"It was replaced last week, Scott." The brunette said, looking up at his husband who was still on the bookshelf, aimlessly tapping and flinching away from the light bulb. Scott temporarily paused at the statement, an awkward smile on his lips.

"Uh... I uh... it still... uhm..." The cyanette stumbled over his words, trying uselessly to figure out an excuse. Owen chuckled, staring at his husband's desk. Neat papers placed aside, laptop open displaying some document he wasn't bothering to read. Just as usual, Owen can't take his eyes off Scott without the latter doing something stupid. As the brunette's eyes scanned over his husband's desk, a loud THUD slammed into the floor. Owen turned his head, expecting to see the bookshelf on the floor- and not Scott lying on the floor face-first, arms and legs splayed randomly as a muffled 'ow' came from the man. To which, he bursted out laughing. Owen clutched his stomach as he doubled over from his laughing fit, one hand reaching out and grabbing Scott's chair to stop him from hitting the floor.

"Oh my- I- are- are you okay?!" Owen asked between his laughter, gasping for air as he tried to settle himself down. Scott only grumbled and huffed, getting to his feet as his pale face shone beat red in embarrassment.

"...'m fine..." Scott muttered, walking over to where Owen was to grab an apple slice. The latter's laughter softened up, pushing himself to stand up straight while giving his husband a soft amused stare. The cyanette turned around in a huff, arms crossed over his chest like a toddler having a tantrum. It was at this point, the brunette realised Scott was wearing one of his jumpers- his brown Ástmar Nordic merino wool jumper to be exact- and the only thing he could do was softly smile. That's where his jumper went! His toddler of a husband had stolen it and was now wearing it, although Owen knew Scott was more of a 'I will wear a vest and shorts, I don't care how cold it is' and a coat guy... never expected jumpers. So this was a pleasant surprise, not that Owen minded at all as it was sweet. He walked around to stand in front of Scott, staring up at his husband's red face.

"Don't do that again, okay? Love you." The brunette said, leaning up to softly peck his lips while fully knowing the cyanette would do this again without any hesitation or care for his safety as he pulled away, smiling up at Scott.

"Love you too..." The Scotsman muttered back, turning his embarrassed face in the other direction, much to Owen's amusement. The brunette just softly kissed the other's jaw, not minding the soft stubble under his lips.

"You need a shave," Owen noted amusedly, only getting a grunt in response from Scott to which he chuckled. The brunette held the Scotsman's cheeks in his hands to turn his face towards him, gazing lovingly up at him.
"Goodbye, Scott. Please eat the apple." Owen said, leaning up to place a kiss on his husband's nose.

"Mhn... bye..." Scott grumbled, his eyes glaring at the wall as the embarrassment still lingered. The brunette softly chuckled once more. He stepped back before walking to the door, turning back to the cyanette one last time before leaving the other's office and shutting the door behind him.