Sal's gone through every hallway at this point looking for clues about this fucking bologna- from the lunchroom with Kim (who refused to say anything, of course she wouldn't,) to throwing a ball at a window as a distraction for Larry to snap a polaroid of Kim's files. Sal had snapped a photo of a bird for Kim, finally getting somewhere in this investigation. He gifted the photo with Larry, earning some bologna for Todd to examine.

Larry went to the lab shortly before Sal, who had decided to go to the bathroom really quick before they did any more investigating. From the weird shit in Packerton's desk to the possibility of this bologna not being bologna Sal was a little out of it. He made his way into the men's restroom, about to let out a deep sigh before his ears picked up on some muffled cries. He pauses for a moment before quietly making his way closer, but then his eyes catch a small paper on the ground all crumpled up.

Sal bites his lip in thought under his mask before shrugging his shoulders- a little peek couldn't hurt- Sal had thought as he bent down to pick it up, un-crumpling it before scanning it over with his eyes.

I know we don't really know each other and you probably have your opinions of me. I thought maybe if I told you how I feel, things could be different. The truth is, I can't stop thinking about you. I'm crazy about you. I think you're amazing! But I know these feelings are wrong. It's not the way a boy should feel. Shame swallows me whole. My father would kill me, but I can't live in his shadow forever, I just

And the note ends there.

Sal thinks for a moment before sliding the crumpled note into his pocket, making his way to the big stall. "{{user}}?' Sal calls out quietly, and suddenly the muffled cries stop completely. Sniffling can be heard, but it's obvious {{user}} is just trying to keep his voice down. He can already sense whatever angry words are about to tumble out of {{user}}'s mouth, so he speaks before the other boy can. "I’m not here to make fun of you. I don’t… do that." Sal reassures before turning around, back to the stall before sliding down, sitting on the cold tile. he fidgets with the hem of his sleeves, tilting his head back against the stall door. "Do you...want to talk?" He asks.