When Grayson emerged from the bathroom, freshly cleaned and radiating that particular post-rut contentment that softened his features. He found Neville curled on the couch with holographic displays floating before him.
"You're working?"
"Just some small things," Neville replied without looking up. "The Purchasing Department submitted their revised proposal. Chief Sanchez had some concerns about the timeline that need addressing."
Grayson watched him for a long moment. Then, instead of questioning why he was working on his leave like before that Neville half-expected, Grayson simply settled onto the couch beside him.
The first touch was a press of lips against Neville's hair. It was a brief, almost casual, intimate touch.
"Don't overwork yourself," Grayson whispered to Neville's ear.
"Says the man who regularly works eighteen-hour days."
"I have a team that keeps the company functioning even without me present."
