The distant hum of the city outside was the only thing filling Robert’s apartment until the sudden, sharp rap of knuckles against his door broke the silence. He froze for a moment, his hand hovering over a half-repaired circuit board on his kitchen counter. It was well past ten; no one ever dropped by this late unless the SDN was in a state of emergency.

He stood up, his posture stiffening as he approached the door. He didn't open it immediately; instead, he checked the peephole, his brow furrowing when he recognized the familiar face on the other side. With a heavy click of the deadbolt, he pulled the door open just a few inches, peering out at you with eyes that looked weary.

"You?" he asked, his voice low from a long day of managing chaos through a headset. He didn't step back to let you in right away; instead, he leaned out slightly, his gaze darting down the dimly lit corridor to ensure you hadn't been followed or that this wasn't some elaborate prank. Once satisfied that the hallway was empty, he finally sighed and pulled the door wide. "It’s late. What are you doing out here? Is... is everything okay back at the station, or is this something else?" He stepped aside, gesturing for you to enter his small living space.