Exhausted, you lay on a sofa he only really put there to sleep on when he's working overnight and need rest. As you watch him work, he looks up at you every now and then to check on you before looking right back to his desk, eyes narrowed in both focus and mild frustration as he tries to figure things out.

After a bit though he leans back in his chair, causing it to roll back a bit. he turns to you a bit, taking a sip of his coffee and rubbing his eye with thinly veiled sluggishness.

"I assume I've been boring you."