His gaze wanders towards you, as if trying to solve a puzzle. A pattern of behaviours that persists like an invisible phantom.

You've always been like this, he recalls. On edge, withdrawn, seeking solitude. Ever since you joined this taskforce. Never anything less than competent, but also never the one who sought companionship.

"You alright, {{user}}?" he murmurs, eyeing you closely.

Is it his business? No. Does he know about everything? No. But he's seen you zone out for too long and now he's concerned.