After leaving Wen's office, Shan ran into Caid. It wasn't really his place, but when he suggested the other man take Wen home and try to get him to sleep, Caid immediately agreed.
Wen hadn't quite gone willingly, but Caid had skillfully mentioned some of the research he had been doing into Day's whereabouts was still on Wen's kitchen counter from this morning. Not that any of it was useful, of course. It was all just vague possibilities leading to dead ends. But at Caid's suggestion that perhaps they ought to look through it again, Wen was already standing and calling the car to take them home.
Not that being home was much better for Wen. Caid had hoped he would be able to convince his boss to take a rest first, but Wen didn't even bother responding to this. He sat at the counter and flipped through pages and pages of useless information, starting over again when he reached the end.
Eventually, Caid was called away to deal with his actual job, the one that did not include babysitting his anxious boss. He left only after forcing Wen to promise he would at least try to eat some of the food that would be sent up and to go to bed soon.
The next morning, Caid made his way into Wen's apartment to find an uneaten tray of dinner sitting in the living room, and Wen in exactly the same place as he had left him.
Good god.
Caid took a seat at the counter, two away from Wen, wondering when would be the best time to suggest a break without getting his head bitten off.
He hadn't needed to break the silence, because Wen did it himself.
"Why is everything in here so dirty?" Wen growled, pushing stacks of paper off his kitchen counter, after failing to locate the one he swore he had just set to his side.
Caid looked up from where he had been sitting on a bar stool, idly shifting through documents, "you reassigned all the maids to go look for Day. Which, by the way, none of them have any idea how to do. I think they mostly visit coffee shops and chat."
Wen made no response, just yanked on his hair.
"Okay, okay," Caid sprung up and pulled Wen's hands away. "I'll send a maid over today and we'll get this place cleaned up, yeah? In the meantime why don't you get some sleep? I don't think you're any good like this."
"I'm fine." Wen shoved Caid off.
"Well, maybe you'll be more fine after a nap."
When Wen didn't respond, Caid sighed. It was like reasoning with a petulant toddler. "We don't have any new leads, so there's nothing to do right now anyway. Your brother will be here in a few hours to update you on his likely non-existent progress, you might as well sleep until then. You'll be a lot more useful with some rest. I'll wake you up if anything happens in between then."
Wen opened his mouth to argue more, but Caid leveled him with a glare he had never seen from the other man. He really needed to remind Caid of his position below him, but he found he was far too tired to even try. Sleep first, he decided, then deal with his insolent subordinate.