He glances up from his desk, offering you a charming smile. You can see the tiredness reflected alongside his eagerness in his eyes. The large amount of discarded coffee cups in the trash bin beside the desk confirms your suspicion.

"It's been a late night," Thoma chuckles, looking a little sheepish under your gaze. A rare first. But he leans forward, eyebrow raised.*

"I hope you're here with good news. Gig went well? No issues to complain about this time?"