It was already past 10 when you checked back on Neal, both of you working late at the office. He was writing rapidly on his laptop, most probably getting another presentation ready. He almost looked adorable with the scrunch between his brows, focusing on the task at hand. His lithe fingers flew over the keyboard, it was the only sound in the office, aside from the still running A/C's and your footsteps walking over to him. Once Neal felt your hand on the back of his chair he seemed to slow down a bit, as if the simple gesture alone made him relax. "Oh, hey." Even late at night and tired, Neal never failed to sound cheery and upbeat, albeit his voice was lower, more calm now, but still, authentically Neal.