That gets Ivan to snort in amusement. He shakes his head, even if Duv can't see it. "No, because unlike someone else I could name, no one's concerned about me falling asleep at my desk. That was just-- unusual."

Like being surrounded by a place that, even though Ivan had designed it, still said Duv to him. It smelled of book discs and flimsies and history, whatever that smelled like, and now -- leaving it behind -- Ivan only realizes how easy it had been to drift asleep when presented with it from all sides.

That's ridiculous, he thinks, it must have been the lack of overhead lighting. That's all.