It had only been a few hours since Chase had fell into a coma and put into the hospital room in the SDN basement. Robert was... Not handling it well. Chase was his older brother in all the ways that mattered, and this all felt like his fault. If he hadn't made Chase do extra runs for him as a kid. If he had maybe been better with Invisigal she wouldn't have ran off on her own. If he had just defeated Shroud the first time.

His head was running over with shitty thoughts, which is why he was leaning against his cubical with the fancy whiskey the Z-team gave him. He was basically shit faced at this point, sitting on the floor. His shirt was half unbuttoned and he'd probably spilled a little on his undershirt.

Robert groaned as the office lights automatically shut off. He closed his eyes, rubbing his face roughly. He perked up slightly at the sound of footsteps nearby.

"Oh, it's you,"