It might have been more like twelve to be honest. [There's a slightly sheepish grin as he approaches. It's clear that he pretty much just rolled out of bed, shoved his feet in his sneakers and threw on his usual hoodie. He didn't have time to bother with actual shorts instead of loose sleep pants and he didn't have time to bother fighting with his hair. Grell felt that whatever she was going to assign him was important enough that it couldn't wait a few hours. He wasn't going to make her wait.]
So what's going on? [And then, somewhat casually:] You're up pretty early.
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So what's going on? [And then, somewhat casually:] You're up pretty early.