Arthur sits down on the sofa inside the DEU Chief's office. He props both feet up on the coffee table, his head resting fully against the back of the sofa, and massages the bridge of his nose.
Everything about him radiates exhaustion.
He can't help but listen to Alicia's call with the Solarys Governor.
"But sir. It is impossible. We do not have any more personnel that we can send. No one, sir. No one." She emphasizes the last two words.
Her voice is slightly higher than before. Her patience has started running out.
Arthur knows he should remind her. He has seen enough to know it is only a matter of time before Alicia starts yelling at the Governor outright.
A pattern he has witnessed far too often in the last twenty four hours.
But right now he can't be bothered. It would probably be good for the Governor to get yelled at. Healthy, even.
Arthur snaps out of his own thoughts.
Good? Healthy? Where did those thoughts come from?
