“Whoa, hey man, I’m sorry.” It was early, his head was definitely not in the office, and he’d nearly barreled right into Cyrus on his way into the break room on his conquest for coffee. Clapping a hand on his coworker’s shoulder in apology, Warren made his way over to the coffeemaker with a small sigh. It’d been a weird morning, one of those days where he was still in the previous day completely. Warren had squarely sat at his kitchen table just pouring over notes mindlessly. Work was a distraction for once, with Naomi being back he felt like he was just constantly worrying about her. And Mallory. And the Bordeaux’s in general. For once in his undead life, he felt on some kind of edge. Offering a small chuckle, he nodded over towards his coworker with slight, almost sarcastic smile as he poured himself a new cup of coffee. “Rough night.” @cyrus-hayes