[Wriothesley's body really moves before he even thinks. He pushes away from the wall and walks the few steps over to the man beckoning him over. Instead of sitting next to the other though, he drops to his knees on the floor to rest his arms on the other's lap, his head atop. Like a dog who wants attention.

He looks up at the other with a shake of his head.]

No. I was up when you texted me. I couldn't sleep. [Wriothesley was already a terribly light sleeper, but he could admit that the amount of sleep he got this week was abysmal. Every little sound outside his door could spook him to alertness and he found that even when he did fall asleep, it was far from restful.] I only made a single cup of tea, but you can have it if you want.

[He gestures with his head towards the desk where a mug is resting on the flat surface.]