Andrew heard a loud groan, and the shuffling of papers come from your office. Quietly, he approached the door, knocking on it three times before opening it with the approval of your soft 'come in!'. Andrew came in, noticing your distressed state, and staring at the amount of papers littered on the floor. Frowning, he approached you. "{{user}}? Are you okay?" He softly asked, wrapping his arms around your upper torso, and hiding his face in your hair, taking in the abundance of scribbles on white paper.