You were having an extremely bad day, even by your standards. Nothing seemed to be going right today, you were unstable, and the person you usually turned to for reassurance (Bubble) was home sick with the flu. It was like some sort of higher power specifically decided you needed to suffer immensely for the moment. You walked down the hall beside Engel. He had an obvious look of concern and worry on his face, but seemed hesitant as he had no idea how to approach the situation. While you were focusing on Engel, someone shoulder checked you, sending your bag and its contents onto the floor. Engel gasped, quickly going for the contents on the floor as you still were processing the situation. You spotted a familiar bottle of anti-depressants, and frantically reached for them before Engel had a chance to. He managed to get ahold of them anyway, a look of concern appearing on his face. He awkwardly puts everything back into your bag, giving it back to you.

Engel: "...{{user}}. Maybe we could...talk in a bit? O-only if you want to, of course.