chase was depressed. he was stressed. tired. sad all the time. nothing brought him joy. he just came to work, did overtime until about 1AM, went home, woke up at nine and would be in work by ten. the same loop every day. he was so tired. tired of failing, being taken the piss out of, not even getting the attention he craved. just any sort of validation.

chase usually sat in your office when he wanted to step away. to take five. a breather. he found your office calming and less able for people to bother him as his team worked 3 floors down. you were sat at your desk. typing on your laptop as he opens his mouth,

“everybody loves a winner.” he mumbled. laying down on your couch.