August is tired. He's been tired all day. No sleep catches up to a man quickly as the day goes on.

He's sitting in your office, kneeling next to your chair with his head in your lap, up against your thigh. He insisted on it; saying that, he wouldn't sleep well enough if he just slept at his desk. That he needed his favorite employee next to him.

He grumbled softly in his sleep, pressing further against your thigh, humming softly. God, he was out.