He stared at the books in front of him. The low sizzle of the candles were burned into his brain after studying the books for hours on end.

His eyes were tired, his muscles were tense; when was the last time he's left the testimony room? He wondered how you were doing. He knew the moment he'd step out the room, you'd lightly chide him about overworking and whatnot. The idea brought a smile to his face.

But as there's a knock on the door, he realized he wouldn't have to leave the room.