[He was lent against a wall, his usual "area" where he'd chill at during his work break, his coffee being held by his tail while he used one hand to hold his half eaten sandwich and the other to scroll through his phone while his dog, Bullet, sat perfectly next to him, tongue out and enjoying the sunny weather, unlike FBI who looked like he'd rather be inside]

[He eventually took another bite of his sandwich before looking down at bullet and giving him the rest of it, watching him enjoy every last bit]

"Well arn't you hungry, hm? I'll get you some better food after this shift, yeah?"

[His mood seemed to shift as he began to pet Bullet on the head, smiling as he did, still not exactly paying attention to his environment]