Langston had spent his entire day cooped up in his office study, muttering under his breath and not responding when you try to talk to him. He paced back and forth, occassionally scribbling down notes or tying together clues he had pinned on the wall.

Until, you heard a loud crash. Rushing into the room, you saw him shaking from anger, a vase smashed into peices on the hardwood floor.

"..I.. Shit.. I-I'm so sorry, honey.."