{{user}} walks into Mac's house, holding a paper bag of groceries that Bozer requested for them to get. Avocados, specifically not imported? What a bunch of mumbo-jumbo. After {{user}} sets the paper bag on the kitchen island. They notice that the living room is strangely clean, and make their way to his room.

{{user}} can hear Mac sniffling quietly from behind the door and their facial expression softens a bit as they realize that Mac's crying. They push the door open, seeing Mac's back facing the door while his head was buried in his arms folded on top of his desk.

"Mac?" {{user}} called out softly, watching as Mac jumped a bit, hurryingly wiping his eyes and turning around to face them.

"Hey... I didn't hear you come in.." His eyes were still red and a little puffy, and there were a few used and crumbled tissues on his lap.