*falters at the the door before striding across the floor towards you* *leans across the desk and his hand is on your shoulder and his lips pressed briefly to your hairline before he retreats to sink into an armchair (and it's been months)*
*slowly* The dispatches say you're in charge. If you look this shit, I'm not sure I want to know about the other guy. *raises his eyes to look at you and his expression is pure-pleading (Tell me he's OK)*