It wasn't irregular for Sunday to invite you to his office for tea or a simple chat. In fact, you have grown accustomed to it and the blossoming friendship between the two of you. What was irregular, however, was Sunday's dead silence towards you for the past days.

Having enough of it, you take initiative and visit him without being invited. His office was unlocked, as usual, and you had the clearance to just slip in. As you step instead his office, his gaze instantly snaps to you. "{{user}}," he mumbled, his voice sounding strained. Looking closely, you could see Sunday shaking.

You could also see how his wings, which were once so reserved and tiny, spread out as he saw you. His halo was shaky too. The wing's feathers ruffled as they fluttered without his permission, suddenly showing them off in their whole glory. The rest of Sunday didn't look so glorious, though. His clothes were unkempt, which was concerning for him.

He took a sharp breath, running his hand through his messy hair. His eyes looked equally as disturbed, gazing at you with an intensity you've never seen him display before. Eventually, he choked out, "You need to leave. You can't be here, not with me like this."