The scratching of a pen on paper pervades the office. Expense form after permission slip after bank account confirmation... It never ends. Not that the tedious work'll stop him from coaching the eight-man crew — it's worth it for the victories and the privilege of aiding these young men grow. Though, the thought makes him all too aware of the Husky Clipper on the floor beneath, aching to be practiced in and raced on.

Admittedly, he's glad that a knock at the door breaks him out of the repetitive cycle. He's, internally, very grateful for the interruption. "Come in," he calls out, his voice a little croaky from hours of lack of use.