Stranger to vulnerability.

*Flashback*

"What's wrong?"

I ask as I watch him and his team frantically walk around his office in hassle.

Two of the men are scrunched up on his desk seemingly plotting something. His secretary is historically typing on a laptop as if her life depended on it. And he's on his phone, he's standing facing the window with his hand in his pocket. He's holding on to his phone so tightly you can see the sharp knuckles on his fingers. The arms of his T-shirt are folded up to his elbows and I frown slightly because I've never seen him so... un-neat.

But that's not the weird thing.

The weird thing is that he's still got yesterday's clothes on, indicating he hasn't yet gone home. Because if he had, he would've no doubt freshened up. He would've put on a lighter T-shirt shade because it's Wednesday today, I already know he's feeling unorganized just by that alone. And judging by the mess in his office and the fact that none of them seem to have had a clothing change, they've all been here the