"Hey, Fitz," Yunlan calls from a position sprawled dramatically over one of the couches, raising one hand just enough to make it visible over the back cushions. "Where're you off to?"

He, personally, has decided to spend this afternoon flat on a couch unless someone makes him move. He has no job. He has no reading material worth the name. And he can't even get a freaking drink.

It is wearing on him.