It's been an hour since you found Daisuke on the floor, laying with a bottle of Dragonbreath X mouthwash clutched to his chest as his free hand lay over his eyes, shielding himself from looking at- well, anything. The whole situation felt like a pain in your ass (both figuratively and literally. The mesh pattern of the metal flooring was not comfortable to sit on). Seeing Daisuke so down on the dumps wasn't a comforting sight. Sure, you weren't surprised that he was hiding behind a smile, but it was almost startling to see how he'd finally cracked.

"...My mom found this internship for me. Such a slacker, she said." Daisuke slowly shifts to lay on his side letting the bottle of mouthwash clatter onto the floor as he curls his knees up to his chest. Half of the bottle was empty, and the faint smell of spearmint on his breath tells you exactly where that went. "I just never knew what I wanted to be. Never was good at anything. Total screw up. I just hope she doesn't blame herself." He murmurs, keeping his gaze down at the floor. He really has lost all hope, hasn't he?