"Yes, it did. It was a very nice sunset, too." Aeleus smiles wryly over the top of Even's head, more fond than exasperated; it's hard to be too frustrated when you expect and predict this sort of behavior every step of the way. It's better than he gets some nights, even; it's not impossible to earn nothing more than a cold shoulder, or complaints that he needs to get out, he's busy. "But given that answer, I'll take the other one to be a 'no, I haven't moved an inch in hours' in advance."

Aeleus picks up the tea he brought for himself, taking a thoughtful sip and circling around to lean against the side of Even's desk. "You're going to tie yourself into knots if you don't at least stand up and stretch every so often, you know. And after all this time down here, you must be starving."