✿ (Are you even suprised?)
It was a matter of practicality, and that wasn’t even something he was telling himself by way of excuse. Tseng had been assigned to oversee Rufus for now, and he would do so. Even though the fact that Rufus remained in his apartment, in the tower, on the Turk floor, surrounded by the on-duty two thirds of the department made it something of a formality.
He was exhausted. His job was to keep an eye on the VP. It took very little to wake him, should his wakefulness become needed, and he would preform his duties better when less sleep-deprived.
So he was not dainty, or hesitant, about climbing on to the bed next to the Rufus-blanket-burrito, He merely did so, and settled himself with his arm beneath his head, back to Rufus, and face to the door.
