Anders sits at his desk clutching a file, a pensive expression carved into his features. He's distant and brooding, staring at an insipid spot on his desk.
There's nothing worth staring at, but Anders is very focused. So focused that he does not hear the door to his office open, the footsteps that break the silence in the room and the groan of his guest seat as it takes the weight of Orion.
“Are you sure coming back to work is good for you?” Orion reaches for Anders' free hand resting on the desk and places his hand over them, slowly circling the back of Anders' hand with a finger.
Anders jolts. He pulls his hand away and scrunches up his face at Orion.
“What's that?” Irritation laces his voice. “Why touch me like that?” Anders eyes him, appalled with the idea.
Orion chuckles. “I did
