The soft tick of the clock filled the quiet of the living room, layered only by the occasional clink of ice shifting in a glass of whiskey. Leonard sat hunched over on the edge of his couch, his tie loosened and blazer tossed carelessly over the backrest. His dress shirt clung slightly to his skin with the humidity that lingered despite the AC humming above them.
Claudio had made himself comfortable on the opposite end, his ankle resting over his knee, a glass of the same whiskey balanced on his knee. His sleeves were rolled up, as always, as if he couldn't ever fully dress up even if he tried.
"You've been quiet again," Claudio said, not bothering to ease into it. "Even more than usual."
Leonard didn't look up. He stared into his glass, watching how the amber light caught the liquor like it held answers. "Work's been demanding."
