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Jon had fallen asleep by the time Martin returned with the tea. His head was resting on his arms, which were in turn crossed on top of the desk. It really didn't look comfortable, but Martin supposed any resting place would lead to sleep once you were as tired as Jon seemed.
He debated waking him up, but decided against it. The tea could wait, and Jon really looked like he needed sleep. Instead, he set the mugs gently on the desk and quietly approached the sleeping Archivist. Jon's jacket was hanging on the back of the chair; Martin carefully removed it and draped it over Jon's shoulders as a blanket.
Jon sighed softly in his sleep, eyelids twitching, and Martin froze, hoping he hadn't woken him. But Jon didn't wake, settling back into a quiet sleep. Martin smiled down at him. Jon looked so peaceful when he was asleep, the lines of care and worry that were forever etched around his eyes gentling into untroubled smoothness. His nose was pressed into the sleeve of his shirt, causing his breath to come out in a gentle, wheezing snore.
It wasn't - it really shouldn't be attractive, but Martin could feel his pulse speed up and had to resist the urge to push a few loose strand of hair back from Jon's face. Attractive wasn't the right word - endearing, maybe. But then, everything Jon did was endearing, for Martin.
He shook himself. Bad enough to fall for his boss (though really, the hierarchy of employment had broken down so far at this point that the term didn't really apply), no need to make it worse by watching him sleep. That was just creepy.
Martin gathered up the tea mugs and left, allowing himself one final glance back. Jon had burrowed into the jacket over his shoulders, one hand reaching up to pull it close. Martin smiled.