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Jon has yet to sleep.
He hasn't slept in awhile.
Martin has given him tea in hopes he can get him to sleep, but Jon hasn't taken a single sip of the tea since he brought it to him. This was a few hours ago. It's still sitting on the corner of the desk, untouched. The desk itself is covered with papers and journals, statements, and tapes.
"Has anyone ever told you, you're an idiot?" Martin wondered, frowning at the tea, and his boss who's hair was frazzled, and he had some kind of permanent marker in his hand, writing down things Martin wasn't sure was even legible from where he stood.
"If that's an insult," Jonathan said, deep shadows under his eyes, waving the marker about in the air, "you have to do better than that. I'm used to something a little…more…creative!"
Martin winced when Jonathan toppled back, the chair going with him, the pen discarded on the ground.
Elias entered, looking at everything then down at Jonathan who groaned in pain. "Ah, I see you're still hard at work. I have a bit more for you…" Elias said, awkwardly giving Martin the papers that apparently Jonathan had requested.
"Thanks," Jonathan murmured, eyes sliding closed.
Martin sighed once Elias left, and he knew for certain he'd be the one cleaning up the mess now that Jonathan was snoring softly on the floor.