4:59 pm, Monday evening.
Soft,
Swift footsteps marred the silence accompanying the rapid clicking of Heero's keyboard.
The footsteps stopped,
Replaced by knuckles rapping on the doorframe behind him.
He paused,
Double-checking the screen,
Then waved a dismissing hand and returned to his typing.
He wouldn't be finished for some time yet,
So if his partner was ready to go home,
There was no need for him to wait.
He'd catch a cab home,
Like he often did when his reports required overtime.
Duo sighed,
The only quasi-verbal part of the conversation so far.
He turned,
Walking out alone again.