"Out of curiosity, if there a specific reason you're crying in my bathroom?" Adam asked to the person on the floor, what seemed like tears rolling down their cheeks, and had just squeaked.

"Fairly, since this is my lab's bathroom. I just need to pour this reagent down the drain." He doesn't move, the vials in his hands. The person was sitting in front of the sink and also because he was still trying to pry about what was happening.

"Are you okay? Because you're crying. In my bathroom." His consonants were sharp and precise. Crisp. Pleasant.