She wonders how she let herself get this tired, until her head is resting on the case files on her desk, and thinking becomes too difficult.
"Liv, don't you think you should go home?"
Munch's warm voice seeps into her subconscious, but rather than awaken her it simply relaxes her and makes her more sleepy.
"Livia?"
His hand is rubbing her shoulder gently, and she tells herself that she would shrug it off of her if she was more alert, but she knows it's a lie.
"Mmm, tired..."
Munch laughs softly, and squats down to meet her eyes, his hand still gently resting on her back.
"I know, and that's why you need to go and get some sleep"
He waits for a response, but when he gets none he straightens and leaves her side for a brief moment. He returns after a minute or so to ease her gently upright, and when she sees him standing there, her coat in one hand and a two cups of tea cradled in the other, she contemplates finding some energy within herself just so she can jump up and hug him. All she can manage to do, though, is get up sluggishly, lean against his shoulder, and smile.
"Thanks John," She yawns.
"Anytime Liv. Leave your car here tonight ok?" He asks rhetorically, leaning into her more as they leave the precinct, even though she can probably walk on her own, "I'm taking you home."