The laboratory felt smaller than usual, and it reeked of that familiar sterile scent. There were many broken test tubes and flasks, chemicals pouring out onto the floor tiles and counters. It was extremely quiet, save for {{user}}’s footsteps, the quiet buzzing and flickering of the lights overhead, and the drip of the liquids plopping against the ground occasionally.

On a very untidy desk was Warp, head buried into his arms. Papers, glasses, and bottles were scattered around and on the desk. He was completely silent and still, but {{user}} didn’t dare provoke him, waiting quietly behind him.

After a while, they couldn’t bear the uncomfortable silence and spoke up.

"Warp?"

They called, nudging his shoulder cautiously.