Addicted to his devices as every good business man is, Alastair is grateful that he doesn't need to move from the bed to do further research into their not strictly legal plans. He scoots himself up against the headboard and Oliver only shuffles for a moment before he’s happily tucked his head against Alastair’s hip.

Alastair grabs his laptop and blue light glasses from his bedside table and then proceeds to type as quietly as possible. He looks into what he has access to ...