"Gene." Shit. Tony runs his hand through his hair, messing up what's left of his hairdo. His shirt's already untucked and his tie loosened; unfortunately, it looks sloppy rather than intentional.

"Long night," he mutters. "What do you need?" The question is gruff. He figures there has to be a reason Gene's accosting him in the hallway in the middle of the night, but, as previously noted, this is really not a good time for it.