Ivan falls into a light sleep soon after David, figuring that he's got plenty of time before his next appointment. When has a mid-afternoon nap hurt him?

It's only when his wristcomm chimes that Ivan wakes, jerked out of a pleasant dream he can't remember but seemed to have been interspersed with the smell of the man he's holding. Right, an appointment. Ivan groans softly, still holding David as he answers it and finds it's the receptionist.

"... has been waiting for fifteen minutes, can't get ahold of you, Vorpatril--"

Oh shit. Ivan curses, and struggles to get upright and answer the call at the same time. "I'm here, I'm here-- just give me five--" He needs to get David out of his office, he needs a shirt--