[ The first stroke of her fingers through his hair is almost euphoric. Each pass sees him relaxing more, tension seeping away as he puts the day behind him. He's not very good at doing that, usually, on his own, always mentally returning to earlier meetings or emails and thinking them through. It's nice when he can let his mind relax like this.

Even if there's still the gentle worry about what's bothering Inej. ]

Couldn't be helped. Had a lot of half year check ins that had to be done.

[ He's not timed on it, really, but his schedule is usually busy these days. It's simply how the cards fell, much to his dismay. ]

Haven't opened it yet? [ It doesn't appear to be, at least, from where it sits on the table. That would explain her worry; not knowing the answer. This was a big fund. Life changing, if they've agreed.

Reaching over, he picks up the envelope, reading the front and then flipping it to the back, as if it will reveal something. Then he tilts it towards her, one hand holding the end. ]

Good or bad, we'll get your work set up.