Is this a historian thing? Ivan's pretty sure it is. "I'll look into it," he says and doesn't argue -- he'll get someone to do that and leave them for Duv to put up wherever he wished. It takes him a little longer than he would have liked to finish hanging the rest, sneaking half-looks at Duv when he's working; it looks like he'd actually managed to get some sleep, which Ivan finds reassuring. But there's something studious about his academic intensity that Ivan doesn't remember finding attractive the last time the worked together. Or over the course of their friendship -- although that had been very specifically conducted to avoid situations where it came up.

Catching himself staring, Ivan blinks, coughs slightly, and goes back to straightening the last frame. "That's the last of them. You can switch 'em around if you don't like where they are."