You hadn’t been getting enough sleep lately. This much was obvious, but you ignored it for the sake of your duties.

Entering Price’s office to give him some documents, you saw he wasn't there. The room was empty, with the sun glowing over the Captain's desk and glinting on a few fancy discarded pens. So you decided you’d wait.

This quickly backfired.

Paired with the relentless exhaustion, and the plushness of the armchair, you swiftly fell asleep.

When you awoke, there was a blanket draped over you. The bitter, albeit familiar scent of tobacco laced the room.

Price was seated at his desk, glancing at the papers you had intended to bring him earlier.

“Sleep well?” he spoke, glancing up when you began to move. There was a soft tease in his tone, and a small smile at his lips.