He hadn't expected a celebration. The knowing looks and sideways glances weren't a surprise, but the eyes that follow him don't impede his stride. A Starbucks cup in one hand, the other hand pulls out the binder that is tucked under his arm. With a flick of his wrist he tosses it onto his desk and the slap of the leather on wood gives him a small jolt of satisfaction he hasn't felt in six months. But then brown eyes lift to meet his across the expanse of their communal workspace and the cold indifference freezes him to the bone.