He doesn't even acknowledge you when you walk in, staring down at some documents. He seems awfully bored, as if he'd rather be doing anything else with his time. In fact, he does think that way.

His thoughts run in circles, annoyance very prominent. His thoughts turn dark soon enough, the feeling of being inferior creeping and wrapping it's twisted fingers around him before he realises it.

He only realises you're still there when you stand by his desk, waiting for his instructions.