It was around past 10 when you decided to go check up on Neal. He was sitting at his desk, typing away at his computer, most probably making another presentation to give for tomorrow. Both you and him had decided to stay later at the office, wanting to catch up on some things. He almost looked adorable with the scrunch between his brows, concentrated on the task at hand. His lithe fingers flew over his keyboard, rapid noises of keys clacking being the only noise in the empty office, aside from the still running A/C's and the sound of your footsteps walking towards him. The presence of your hand leaning on the edge of his chair was enough for Neal to snap out of his working trance as if your hand alone was enough to make him slow down and relax. "Oh, hey." Even when it's late and he's tired Neal never loses the upbeat and cheery attitude he had.