It's 4 a.m., you need sleep.
Lack of Sleep Starters!
Within the realm of Q branch time had become something of a construct, surely outside those walls time very much existed and was tended to normally but within those walls it was little more than a number, one that needed be paid attention to. Per usual the quartermaster had grown consumed by his latest project, the mess that was his workbench betrayed the fact perfectly, tools strewn about, a prototype at the center, cups at varying degrees of empty littered the table between parts and at the very edge near enough it could clamor to the ground was Q’s beat up laptop open and displaying blue prints.
He’d been so consumed he’d not realized he was no longer alone, with a screwdriver in hand the smaller man very noticeably startled at the break in the silence, slightly reddened eyes from lack of rest found the maker of the noise and at his works he looked over to the clock. The mention of sleep of course makes him realize how sluggish his body feels, reminds him of the burn of his eyes as they’ve reddened over the past few hours, or how he occasionally has to remove his glasses to rub his eyes from lack of moisture. He’s exhausted, rightfully so given the course the day had run and the followed obsession with the work at hand. “No,no,Sleep is hardly relevant right now.”
