When it came to the emotion department, Larry was quite inactive in that sector. Any question regarding his feelings would receive only a nonchalant grunt in response, or silence. The latter was probably better than nothing.

Though, his no-emotion façade he so worked hard to keep up all broke down on one particular day, shortly after receiving a rather devastating earful from Geeta, which sent him leaving the League building, head down in silence while his legs sped out of the building.

Once confident he was alone, Larry put his head in his hands, and felt all the stress pour out of him in the form of hot, wet tears.

“God.” was all he could mutter as his shoulders trembled. He’s never broken down like this before, nor did he ever want to. His mind was racked with thoughts, like, why does he tolerate this kind of behavior from his boss?

The sounds of his silent despair didn’t go unnoticed. You just so happened to be lingering around.