"Have you eaten recently," Daniel clarifies with the weariness of a familiar argument he's had to make with certain workaholic colleagues, looking at Nick over the tops of his glasses. "You know what, just - here." He presses the bill into the other man's hand, faintly exasperated. "Go get yourself something, ideally protein. Or coffee. One of the five food groups, you know."

He looks distantly amused with himself but the sharp pain on the side of his head reminds him that, ow, coffee would really be a good idea right about now. He forges bravely ahead.

"I can get us a room. Sound good?"