Noah glanced up and saw Jason jittering beside the doorway. "Come in," he said, and twisted in his chair to reach the CD player on the bookshelf behind him. He clicked it off and then saved his file before shutting down his computer.
Jason looked better; most of the bruising was fading away, but he still seemed skittish, or maybe Noah was just imagining it. "Please, come in, close the door, and sit," he said, waving at the seat in front of his desk. He reached down, opened up the minifridge, and pulled out a bottle of water, setting on the desk for Jason. "What can I do to help you?"