[Hey, the pin was easier to pick up than the laptop's password. Alex uses the iPad more often, after all.

Gomez will be back, but it'll be probably an hour later, so by then Alex will be back to work. From then on he sits, staring at the iPad, kneading the carpet nervously and reflexively licking his nose, answering responses when he gets them.

By the time Alex gets home, though, he's nodded off, and is curled up next to the now powered-down iPad. The sound of the door opening wakes him up, but since he's in the middle of the living room floor, he just blinks stupidly at his ehhif walking in for a minute.]