Jake was admittedly having a rough day. Today was the marked anniversary of his parents getting back together and he hated every second of it. They invited him to dinner and he didn't want to go, knowing by how much he hated his dad hurting his mom and by what he'd seen.

He's leaning in his chair and grumbling as he types up a report on a latest arrest and he's wearing his tie lopsided around his neck, and he almost never wears one, and that's one red flag that he's in a bad mood.

Another sign was a missed opportunity to crack a joke when Amy bumped into Terry and got yogurt over her outfit. "Aw man! It's gonna take forever to get out this white stuff," she whines as Jake doesn't even pop his head up as Charles peeks over, knowing he would normally say it.

"Jake." Charles whispers.

"What Charles?" Jake doesn't look up.

"You didn't say the sex tape joke."

Jake rolls his eyes and sighs. "ha ha ha. title of your sex tape. change and go home for all we care," he mumbles as he sends the report and the coworkers look at each other while Gina just scrolls on her phone.

Today was hell.