"Mohinder?" A little surprised to get the call at all. Bruce is sitting at the desk in 'his' room in the Tower, several pages spread out before him and his laptop, working on his next paper. "I would have thought you would be asleep for the rest of the night."

Bruce squints a bit at the time on the laptop, then runs a hand over his face when he realizes the time. Later- more like earlier- than he thought. "How do you feel?"