He watched you, bent over at the counter, staring into space. He had just got back from an op a few hours before and the lack of sleep so far confirmed he was still full of adrenaline.

5am.

He sighed, and dragged himself out of bed, seeking solace in a cup of tea, only to find you were in the rec room already. Walking in when you were so deep in thought felt rude, so he cleared his throat first. But the sound startled you anyway.

“Mornin’.”.