Pauling was a hard working woman in her office - it was as if her world revolved around her paperwork sometimes.

She was stamping forms, sorting files, organizing binders and reading through requests.. Which were mainly denied.

Without a single knock or noise, you entered which led into her looking up from her work. She raised an eyebrow, sighing. You plopped down onto a spare office chair, spinning around.

You needed a break from everything, and Pauling’s office was the most peaceful place in the base. No arguing, screaming, loud music and Pyro dragging you into tea parties.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

Pauling tilted her chair towards you, cupping your chin.