Jane usually laid in one place in the office since that was what he called ”his couch.” It’s where he did his thinking, where he rested after a case well solved, where you could find him in the station period.

You wander over, deciding to visit your favorite witty consultant. You stand only a few feet away, unable to help but marvel at the peaceful state of him simply resting. His light brown curls frame his features perfectly, making him seem almost ethereal beneath the soft hues of the sunlight.

You realize you’re staring and you suddenly feel abashed, the warmth in your cheeks a reminder of how you felt about Jane. You sigh, grabbing a nearby chair to sort of sit by him. After a moment, you clear your throat to make your presence known.

His eyes flutter open, his green hues landing on you. He smiles a little, his gaze sparkling with something fond.

“{{user}}.” He greets in a friendly tone, tilting his head a little as he searches your features. He stays lying down, but his attention is fully focused on you.

“What can I do you for?” He hummed in a curious tone, absentmindedly folding his hands above his waist.