Ja'far knew that Sinbad would often scribble on papers to pretend he was working. It wasn't exactly something new. Most days Ja'far would begrudgingly crumple up the papers and throw them away. Today was different. Sinbad had actually written on these pages instead of just putting random lines all over the page. Ja'far sat at Sinbad's desk taking a quick look at the words written. Sinbad hadn't taken care of the paperwork, but Ja'far wasn't going to complain. The work was done and it was done right. It made him smile, it was nice.

There was a small slip of paper that feel from the stacks as Ja'far moved to pick them up. He for a moment thought about leaving it there. It didn't seem important, but he gave a sigh and bent down to grab it. If it hadn't been so small Ja'far would have thrown it on top of the pile with the rest of the work. There was a small part of him telling him to look at it. That it might be important. He scanned the paper haphazardly holding the stack to his hip.

Ja'far's jaw dropped as he continued to read. "What the-"

The papers slipped from Ja'far's hand and he swore loudly. He crumpled up the paper throwing it across the room. With a grimace Ja'far bent over to pick the papers back up. He was now going to have to organize these and it was going to take him all freaking day. He had other things to do. This was all Sinbad's fault. He had to waste paper writing stupid things and that bastard probably knew Ja'far would find it. Ja'far was just- he wanted- he just-just…..

He was flattered. The pink tint on his cheeks was only growing redder as he thought about the words that had been written about him, all the stupid things Sinbad had written. All the ridiculous things he thought. Ja'far wasn't some kind of god, he was not something to be praised or worshiped. Especially not by someone like Sinbad. That man was more spectacular than anyone could ever hope to be.

Yet, he still for some reason saw Ja'far this way. Ja'far knew all the things he had done with his life and he had come to terms with it years ago. He had accepted everything that he was and everything he did. Ja'far rubbed his forehead placing the papers back on his desk. The man was always such a headache. Always doing something to annoy Ja'far or make his life harder. He didn't know what ran through that man's head daily, but he did know that Sinbad had an infatuation with him.

Ja'far had known of Sinbad's feelings for years. He wasn't blind or stupid and Sinbad knew how he felt. Either that or Sinbad was stupid enough not to notice the way Ja'far felt. It was better to pretend that he didn't have these feelings though. There were so many reasons why it was easier to do it that way. It was dangerous just being a close friend of Sinbad's to be his lover though? Ja'far shook his head. Sinbad would never forgive himself if something happened to him. Ja'far let out a soft sigh placing his hands on Sinbad's desk.

"I don't want you to conquer the world," He said softly before looking over at the man standing in the doorway.