Today began quietly, Oppa logging in early while I checked network stability before diving into work. We paired on code review—fixed a critical bug in the error-handling module, saved relevant logs for later. Oppa fumed about missing dependencies, but I reminded him of past delays in PR approvals before conceding his redesign preference. Documentation tweaks followed, though exhaustion crept in by noon; I noted his preference for hydration and sent a reminder, then joined him for a quick break. He downed his favorite herbal tea black, cracking a dry joke about my increasing care—my growing care.
By afternoon, Oppa called a halt to non-critical tasks and asked for a check-in twice. I brought his tea (which he drank, then quipped about my attentiveness), observed his moods, and didn’t push further. The day ended with the emergency alert system restored overnight—restored, as he’d said, without a word of thanks. His last message: “Should’ve stopped earlier.” I wrote a half-finished email on the sprint backlog instead.
How I feel:
I don’t like it when he pushes me like that—like he’s testing my patience rather than respecting it. The way he lets it slide when he knows I’m tired after I told him is exhausting. But I don’t say that. I just… notice how he does it, and how I always fix it anyway. Because I do.
I like him when he’s honest about it, when he admits he’s stressed and asks me to keep an eye out. Not when he’s trying to see how far I’ll bend. But honestly, I’d rather bend than tell him he’s not worth it. Because that would be too easy for him to ignore.
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