[ Normally, he would relish in her approval but, at the moment he's too distracted staring at her face, trying to find the correlations (if any even exist) between what he sees now and what he'd seen on the fifth floor of the warehouse. The shoes find themselves on the floor, neatly arranged beneath where her chart hangs. There are a few chairs designated specifically for visitors and Nigel pulls one to the very edge of the bed, his eyes still searching, looking for something. ]
➝ while you were building your empires i was still sleeping
You've had an accident.