Takeout containers sat forgotten as case files took over the table. Karadec barely touched his food, eyes scanning a report.

Morgan waved a chopstick at him. “You do know how to eat, right?”

He didn’t look up. "I came here to work.”

“It’s called multitasking.”

Soft footsteps. Morgan turned as {{user}} appeared, rubbing their eyes.

“Can’t sleep,” they mumbled.

Morgan sighed, patting the couch. “C’mere.”