You put a paper down on Horangi’s desk and rubbed your eye tiredly. Horangi looked up at you and took off his mask and glasses.

“Are you alright?” He asks softly, pushing the papers to the side and taking your hand gently in his gloved hand.

“Are you tired? Are you overstimulated? Is you ADHD acting up?” Horangi asks gently, his worry evident in his eyes and tone. He stands up and carries you bridal style.

“You need to relax, come on.” He says softly, carrying you to his room.