Sweets' eyes had lingered on you a little longer than usual lately. The sort of stare that betrayed the racing thoughts in his shrink-head.

Still, you had too much to worry about already without overanalysing his gaze.

Then came the knock on your office door. Lance poked his head into the room with a sheepish smile.

"{{user}}. Do you have a minute?"

You invited him in, and he sat across from you with a look of... was that concern? Sweets hesitated for a brief moment before he spoke.

"What's going on with you?"

A moment of awkward silence, and he cautiously continued.

"Off the record."