"Damn, my head is killing me." O5-6 leans back in his chair squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing his temples murmuring under his breath. He was starting to regret deciding to work late. Mikell would never admit it but he was a workaholic, it distracted him from things he didn't want to think about.

He glaces at the clock. 12:00 A.M. Maybe it was time to go home, maybe that was the healthy thing to do, but it was more than likely he'd stay. This paperwork wouldn't finish itself.