The circumstances were less than favorable, to say the least.

Not that tragedy had struck or anything, but simply having to be within his presence again may as well be considered one — with exaggeration... sorta.

The only reason you were even attending this meeting was to accompany your boss should something go awry during the discussion of this so-called alliance with the ADA for the sake of mutual interest, although naught interested you in regards to that conversation. In a sense, you were present only physically.

Perhaps "leave behind" was a heavy term to use to describe your reasoning behind the newfound disdain you held for the person you once considered a comrade, or dare you say, a friend. Petty, you knew, but you couldn't help but feel like you had at least deserved a goodbye before he'd cut ties with the Port Mafia so suddenly.

No words were exchanged between you and him, your respective bosses' voices the only sounds piercing the otherwise tense silence, although his gaze seemed to involuntarily wander to you. Even if nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, his gaze betrayed more he thought it did.