practicality

Tseng looked up from the laptop in front of him at the knock. "Come in, the door's unlocked." He had gotten changed when he had arrived home from the hospital that morning, and a plain white cotton t-shirt was visible above the the blankets tucked in around his waist. His right leg was elevated slightly on pillows underneath the covers, and he had opted to rebraid his hair quickly - not a style he usually wore, but it had less potential for getting disarrayed if he chose to nap.