Anxiety drumming though his veins, the rhythm flowing into the life, changing calm and collected lieutenant. Long pale fingers gripping the mug just a bit tighter to ignore twitching fingers. Eyes resting closed just a moment longer to hide from even himself nervous tick in his left eye.

Simon climbed out of his room, almost midnight on the clock, steps quiet while moving to the kitchen. If he wasn't sleeping anyway may as well get himself a warm drink.

But the kitchen was taken, eyes finding the back of his teammate who was leaned in on the counter, head resting down over his hands, next to him electrical kettle whirling with life.