César sit-stands against the edge of the desk to take some weight off his tired legs. He wants to sit, or lay down, but he's finding entirely too much comfort in Magne's touches.

The switch back is welcome; César sighs tiredly. "... I can't argue against you doing that, considering the circumstances. She could've marched me over to show him."

He seems to deflate. "... If it wasn't for the kindness of Chris, First Aid, and Cerrit...." César trails off, shaking his head. "No. I knew the thought was irrational even before. I still would've come back to see you, get food, and turn in early."