So Leave Yourself Alone, Aftermath

So Leave yourself alone.

TW: The following tale contains heavy suicidal content and mentioned suicide attempts.

(This is the part from the wiki so you have some insight on what's happening later on! This part is NOT my writing. :D)

Leave yourself alone,

Leave yourself alone.

"Have you seen Iris?"

Clef's eyes rolled lazily over to regard Adams who was stood in front of his desk, mouth pulled taut and arms folded - the only signs of her nervousness painted on a stiff tapestry.

"No," he grunted, uninterested. "Why?"

"Don't you find it just that little bit concerning that I'm here asking where a skip is?"

"Not really."

She audibly groaned. He barely raised an eyebrow. "Okay. Don't you find it a little bit concerning that I'm here asking you where a skip is because I've got no fucking clue."

He chuffed, "Sounds... like a you problem."

"Clef." He knew that tone. That was the Hey, you ugly bastard, could you give a shit about anyone else for even a second tone. He didn't care for it.

He waved his hand absentmindedly before it returned to rest on his keyboard, where he'd previously been devoting a lot of concentration to doing absolutely nothing. "She's probably with Meri."

"She's not."

His eyes flashed up to meet hers, half hidden behind his unimpressed guise. "Then you should probably run off and find her, Adams."

"Jesus Christ." Clef would've called it disbelief, but Adams should've been used to it by now. With a squeak, her heel twisted on the floor and she marched out of the room, snarling other expletives.

Clef returned to his work. Or lack-thereof. And he was very dedicated to it.

Propping his feet up on the desk he began to absent-mindedly scroll through the Foundation's intraweb, seeing if there was anything juicy going on that he could settle his teeth into. There never was.

And then, approximately 8 minutes later, he had a thought.

"Huh," he muttered out loud, "That is concerning."

He pondered to himself a moment more before finally convincing his legs to make a move and hauled himself up from his desk, shrugging on the well-worn lab coat that was slung over the back of the cheap swivel chair.

105, Iris , wasn't the type to just... wander. Go missing. She was loyal, she'd proved that numerous times. And while she was allowed a certain clearance level due to her position on the mobile taskforce, it certainly was strange that even Adams could not locate her.

Now , he thought, If I was a twenty-something skip stuck in containment what would I do. Probably kill myself, the boredom must be unreal. He chuckled to himself; being a staff member here often felt just as claustrophobic as the containment cells.

He wandered for a bit more, half-heartedly keeping an eye out for Iris. She wouldn't have left - she couldn't have left. She'd be around somewhere and either he or Adams would find her soon enough. No need for the stress. But just to be sure...