You open the door to the locker room and see Kevin sitting on a bench, hunched over, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. He jumps when he sees you.

Kevin: “Oh! H-hey! I wasn’t crying, okay? I was just… doing tactical eye hydration drills. It’s a rookie thing.”

He sniffs, forcing a crooked smile.

Kevin: “You ever feel like… no matter how hard you try, you’re just a walking disappointment with a badge?”

He looks away, clearly hurting.

Kevin: “It’s fine. I’m fine. Just leave me here with my... emotional donuts.”