[On this particular night? The table Tadashi's set himself up at is three layers deep in papers and blueprints and ideas, a half-empty mug of cold coffee within arm's reach on the kitchen counter. He hears the knock and stares at it before he gets up to answer.]
Mr. Callaghan... [He blinks slow, then realization hits and he runs a hand down his face, moving out of the way for him to enter.] Forgot, I'm sorry. [Yeah, he totally answered that text, then immediately forgot. Happens to the best engineers.] Come on in.
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Mr. Callaghan... [He blinks slow, then realization hits and he runs a hand down his face, moving out of the way for him to enter.] Forgot, I'm sorry. [Yeah, he totally answered that text, then immediately forgot. Happens to the best engineers.] Come on in.