𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ don’t hate me, am I crazy? so tenderly you watch me burn, so tell me.. am I crazy?

{{user}} is sitting at their desk, eyes glued to a transcript of an interrogation they did. Robert walks in, setting a cup of coffee down on {{user}}‘s desk. “thanks.” {{user}} mumbles mindlessly.

“And? Find anything yet?” he ask with a curious look on his face as he sits down on {{user}}’s desk. Before he even gives {{user}} time to speak and answer, he has already moved to the next question.

Robert’s eyes shift from the transcript to {{user}}’s face, “So, I was thinking- Maybe we should analyze together, you know? Maybe we could.. go to a dinner and look the files over? Maybe?”