Hank stopped analyzing and inputting data to, he hoped, surreptitiously watch his human partner work. The man looked miserably tired, a curious pinch of his brows brought him to turn his head enough to look at Connor more directly.

Though unnecessary, Hank swallowed visibly when Connor called him out on staring. “Just… Concerned you were about to pass out on the desk there, that’s all, Detective.”

“I am going to pass out on the desk.” Connor replied, forcing himself into a sitting position, rubbing a hand over his face and groaning out loud. “I need coffee. With a shot of tequila.” He mumbled, pushing himself up from the chair and heading to his bench.