I'm surprised he's still here; I thought everyone had gone. His door is closed so I turn back to my desk, listening for sounds from his office.
I feel nervous for some reason and I'm not sure whether it's from the whiskey or because I know I should use this opportunity to speak with him.
The decision is made for me when only moments later he opens his door and walks through.
"Oh, hi." He's obviously startled. "I thought everyone had gone home."
"Yeah, so did I."
"Why are you still here?"
"I've been imbibing with Carlisle."
"Oh." He nods.
After hours… Empty office… Some sleeping therapy? But is it the right person?
Disclaimer: My only claim is to this plot. This story is rated M. It has adult themes, including M/M slash.