By the time they reached the building, Noel keyed in the door, and Luca trailed in behind.
Inside, the room felt still — not cold, just undisturbed. A faint scent of paper and laundry hung in the air.
Luca dropped his keys onto the desk and slipped out of his hoodie. "You done for the night?" he asked as he stretched a little, back arching, shoulders rolling loose.
"Almost," Noel replied, setting his phone down. "Just need to review a few more slides before bed."
Luca moved toward the bed, flopping onto it without ceremony. "You work too much."
"And you nap too much," Noel shot back lightly, pulling out his laptop and plugging it in.
Luca propped his head on his elbow, watching him with an easy grin. "Balance."
Noel didn't answer that, but his lips twitched a little.
A few minutes passed. Noel was seated, scrolling through his slides. Luca laid quietly, idly scrolling his own phone, occasionally glancing up.
"You want music?" Luca asked eventually.
