Swann holds out for a bit. She's been busy herself, but when she realizes that not only had Jason not cropped up for coffee or lunch or to just linger around under the pretense of wanting something, but he also hadn't even texted her, she gets worried.

Worry is a second skin for her, so she might as well put it to good use.

She heads down a floor, looking around for anyone, but finds the entranceway empty. She slowly walks inside, peering around, almost like she's timid to be somewhere she has every right to be, looking for a colleague.

Heels clicking gently on the wooden floor, she's about to turn around and leave when she just barely spots Jason's hair contrasting against the sofa, and it starts clicking into place for her, what's happening, why he hasn't contacted her. She sighs and turns off the lights in the room before going to him.

"It's all right, Jason," she murmurs, crouching down and gently rubbing his back.