Junior Agent Jianyu Kueng
He wasn't sure how Connor had found his room at the SHIELD headquarters. He was even less certain why the doctor would have come there, and absolutely baffled at finding him sacked out in the twin-sized bed in the dorm-room style apartment he had to himself. Being disabled came with SOME benefits.
Jian set his equipment in a corner carefully. Quietly. Trying hard not to make any noise louder than the soft, constant hum of fans and coolant pumps - he happened to know Connor had been sleeping fitfully the past few days, and the prospect of his boyfriend actually getting a full night's sleep was more than enough to motivate him to cautiously roll over cords stretched across the floor and park his chair next to the bed where it always sat - but he stayed in it.
Pulling a spare pillow and a wad of blanket over, he bent forward and rested his head on the small wedge of bed near the top that Connor wasn't occupying. He reached out - tentatively - Tiny, spidery pale fingers, pushing a bit of dark brown hair away from Connor's face. Marveling at how peaceful he looked - how untroubled. Jian loved how Connor looked in the clutches of sleep. Hardly anything could look so content or so peaceful.
// AAAH THIS IS SO CUTE.