"Oy, Maxen."
Maxen snapped his eyes over the rim of the coffee mug while drinking his morning fuel, and was met with Luke's aghast front. He slowly put the mug away from his lips, tilting his head to the side.
"Last night…" Luke blinked, his eyes glossing over the mountain of paperwork stacked neatly on the table. "Did we finish all that last night?"
"Yes." Maxen held the coffee mug in front of him, standing near the dining table. Luke was standing just right over the couch where he passed out last night.
"That… everything?"
"You passed out. I had to finish everything."
Luke's mouth fell open, looking at Maxen with big eyes. He could swear this guy was a monster. Although Luke had never worked hard as much as he did last night, it was shameful that Maxen still ended up doing most of the work. It reminded him of Asher's desk, but Asher was being groomed as the heir. Hence, that much paperwork was normal.
But Maxen…
