The silence was finally comfortable, the scene in front annoying for his eyes, which were aching after a long day of staring at never-ending whiteboards under bright light, but it didn't matter, because those eyes were increasingly getting droppy, if not tired.

Leon sighed, blinking a few times to tighten the grip on his drink, vasking in the coldness of the glass to ground himself down, without daring to take a glance at the couple next in the coffee table.