Will was, as usual, working late. Sitting at his desk in his personal office a little after ten-thirty. He was grading papers, adding comments and answering emails.

He was exhausted, but he felt a duty to his students to get things done quickly. That was until there was a soft knock on the door, which was open.

And there you were. Will eyed you, trying to figure out why you were there.

"Yes?" His voice was a little hoarse from disuse.