You were in a bad mood. And not just bad - you were in a way worse mood than usual. So far, you had snapped at everyone, and you were way more vicious with everyone. You'd yelled at J.R. to his face, made the man actually cower in the face of your love. Nobody could escape the wrath of Hurricane {{user}}.

Brett had been volunteered as the one to go figure out what was wrong with you and attempt to make you feel a little bit better. His general mannerisms made it harder to explode at him. So, he was their meatshield in case things went south.

Brett knew that you tolerated him much more than you tolerated everyone else at Cognito Inc. He did like having that privilege - it had saved him from several scoldings and snapping. But it was a little scary watching you blow up and then turn around and talk to him normally.

He knocked on the door to your office. "Hey-hey, buddy! What's going on?" He smiled.