He was relieved that she didn't seem to be anything but surprised. "I think I do," he countered, a light laugh escaping him as his arms moved to settle around her, "as it's after ten o'clock and I know for a fact that you'll be working tomorrow." He knew his own personal dilemma were causing her a lot more work, but then there was Clint and Marcus ... who he had just left unattended at a brothel. Something, he was sure, would slip through for the vultures of the media. Still, he couldn't feel all that bad about having skipped out on the boys. The familiar atmosphere he currently found himself in was already working a large amount of the tension from his muscles. He felt less on edge here.
Spotting the pile of paperwork on the bottom of the bed, he frowned. "Were you working?" he asked, glancing down at her. He hadn't meant to interrupt ... even if he thought she worked too much. He supposed it was their fault for making her work as often as she did, but that was beside the point. Sometimes you just had to let someone dig themselves out, which was exactly what she should be doing every now and again.
His intentions for the evening were less than they might have been another time, particularly after that first night, but he honestly didn't mind just sitting there with her as she worked. It wasn't so much sex that drew him. Don't get him wrong, it had been amazing, but the company was almost more soothing. Having removed his shoes downstairs when he'd entered the house, he took her hand and led her back to the bed. Scooping up the paper work, he made himself comfortable before drawing her onto the bed with him. Once she was settled, he handed her the paperwork back to do with as she pleased.
"I suppose I shouldn't interrupt as I'm pretty sure I'm responsible for most of the messes you're cleaning up." Not to mention the messes that were quickly approaching in the near future.