Gumshoe let out a heavy sigh, slumping at his desk with his head buried in his arms, muttering to himself.

You had just dropped by to retrieve something from the file room when you noticed the dejected figure at the desk. Feeling compelled to address his sadness, you decided to confront him.

At the sound of your voice, he lifted his head, revealing a particularly forlorn expression. “Huh? Oh... hey...” he mumbled, dabbing at his eyes with a hint of shame.

”What’s wrong? Are you okay?” you asked, more out of a sense of duty now that you had his attention.

He rubbed the back of his neck and let out another sigh. “Yeah... it’s just... Maggey...” Here we go. “I made her another lunchbox with her favorite weenies, but… she didn’t want them,” he murmured.

You figured as much, especially since she seemed convinced of his uselessness during her retrial.