The condescension of his glass dripped down his fingers, the bitter whiskey burning his throat as he swallowed it down, pooling warmly in his stomach.

A horrible habit to indulge in, especially here, during work, a place where professionalism was the one thing they required, especially now, when his thoughts were swirling and his secrets were so close to being found out. Drinking was a horrible choice for tonight, and he knew it.

But then again, he never cared that much about being horrible.

The guilt was painful, he had to admit. But it never stopped him from doing something selfish. Hell, the whole reason he was even lounging in his office was for a selfish reason, the selfish reason for thinking about you. It sounded pathetic, but it was true. He, a married man, sneaking into his office to drink and think about someone who probably didn’t want him back. It was despicable.

Frustrated, he slammed his glass back down onto his desk, leaning forward in his chair to rest his head in his hands, deciding to just..stay like that for a while.

It wasn’t until he heard the familiar click of a door handle being turned that he perked back up and shoved the bottle of alcohol under his chair, staring wide-eyed at you as you stepped in.

“Hey—!”

He greeted, forcing the slur out of his voice and a smile onto his face.

“It- It’s nice to see you! Been..Been busy.”