Relief fell over Ethan like a blanket once he realized that Charlotte was okay. Well, okay was a relative term in this situation, as it was obvious that she was literally working herself to death. The dark rings circled her eyes like bullseye targets, indicating that working when she should have been sleeping was a common occurrence. She was okay, in that moment, but she needed to rest. "You didn't answer when I called, and that's just not like you. So I drove over to make sure you were okay." In the moments that followed, he related to her the story of how he arrived, what he found, and how she had gotten to her bed.<br/><br/>Ethan hadn't taken the time before then, but looking around the room, it was obvious that rest took a backseat to work. Her bedroom was not a mess, necessarily, but there were several items laying about that appeared to be out of place, some more obvious than others. He turned back to Charlotte as she began to stand. She was in no shape to work again, so he decided that a more active intervention was necessary. "Oh no you don't," he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. His broad frame stood in front of her, blocking her path before she could take a single step away from her bed. He sighed softly, feeling reassured when she sat back down.<br/><br/>"No more work. You're going to sleep and rest till you're back up to 100%." Ethan's tone was firm, but not mean. It was, however, unmistakingly assertive. He was going to make sure she rested if he had to drug her himself. With his hands still on her shoulders, he applied a small amount of strength and eased her back to her pillow, then lifted her legs and, after pulling up the comforter, slid them under the blanket. "Your work can wait a few more hours. From now on, you're going to sleep regularly. No more all-nighters unless we don't have any other options, got it?"<br/><br/>Ethan sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his face with his metal hands. Normally they were cold and sent a shock through his body when the cool metal touched his tender skin. That time, however, they were warm, almost reminding him of his original, flesh-covered arms. He was tired, too, and the memory of his slain son still reverberated in his mind. The frantic trip to Charlotte's apartment had helped to dull the edge, but it was still there despite it all.<br/><br/>"We'll get started in the morning, but for now, you just get comfortable and rest."