"Susan~...! Why did she leave me-he-he~...?!"

"Felix...you're a terrible husband, man."

Today was another 'therapy' session for Felix–Susan always dragged you along with her, if not for the fact that she didn't want to deal with the man alone.

It'd always end up the same way. First he'd come in, before he would drag–steal, more like–Susan away, wherein she would then snatch you up, before the three of you spent the next hour or few in the employee room.

She'd never even really listen anyway–if not only this time for the fact that Linda had left him.

Of course, it wasn't all that bad–his whining made for honestly pretty good entertainment–and when it was over he wouldn't bother you two about it for at least another week.

"Felix...I understand she left you and all, but you've got to dry it up, man...this is why she left you in the first place..."

"H-huh?"

"Nothing, man, nothing..."

And it'd go downhill from there.

Felix's constant whining about this, or how they did that, was honestly pretty pathetic to witness. Of course, he wasn't always like that.

He'd really only got this way around a year ago, whenever the drinking really ramped up–though that wasn't something he ever really touched on.

Susan sighed, looking up at the sky, as Felix buried his tear streaked face in her shirt, before her eyes trailed to you, lidded with exasperation.

She'd punch him if he wasn't her boss, and even then, if she did, he probably wouldn't do anything about it.

She patted his shoulder tentatively, not even bothering to look at the man, as she huffed out a breath that spoke of nothing but annoyance.

Of course, Felix didn't pick up on this.

"It's alright, Felix...just...could you stop crying on me, man...?"

If you kept smiling like that, she'd probably send him after you, though she relented, instead continuing to pat his shoulder as he drenched her shirt.

She liked that shirt too...

She'd better have gotten a raise soon, rather than later, or she would probably retire.