Leo rapped lightly on the half-closed office door, his knuckles making a soft, wooden thud that carried into the quiet space.
A faint shuffle came from inside before Nolan's voice rose, calm and familiar.
"Oh, you're here," he said, glancing up from a pile of documents spread across his desk.
His reading glasses sat low on his nose, one hand still turning a page while the other reached for a pen that wasn't there.
Leo stepped in, easing the door shut behind him.
The office carried the faint, dry scent of paper and coffee that had gone cold.
A small clock ticked somewhere above the shelf, its sound just audible between the gentle rustle of folders being moved around.
Nolan nodded toward the seat opposite him.
"Sit for a bit," he murmured, eyes still scanning through the file in front of him.
Leo did as told, sinking into the leather chair.
