Stubborn Red Quinn grumbled in his head. He blinked. Why was he so annoyed?
“Didn’t make it to bed last time,” he tried, “Slept on the floor. It worked. Except that kink in my neck, that was annoying.”
Quinn frowned at the elevator doors. Why weren’t they moving? They should be at his…he hadn’t pressed the button. Quinn frowned at the buttons. Stupid, stupid. He pressed the one to his floor and then ran over his face, blinking. He just needed to keep his eyes open for a little bit longer.