*CJ's pov*
The fact that Michael showed up to work over an hour after me had me jittery. Every five minutes I peaked out of the office to see if he'd shown up yet. He hadn't. Eventually I gave up and settled for tapping my fingers and getting no work done.
The door was flung open and in stumbled Michael. I shot up from my seat
"Hey!" I said quickly. He looked jump at me with red tired eyes
"What do you want?" He snapped. I cowered back a bit
"I was worried about you" I replied quietly. Michael's face softened a bit
"Sorry. I had a long night. I need you to just leave me alone for a while." He said running a hand through his hair. I nodded and returned to me seat, doing as he'd said. A few hours later I was of paper hit me on the top of the head. I looked up quickly to see a smiling Michael
"Wanna get lunch?" He asked softly. I smiled at him and nodded. We made our way, but as I went to turn toward the lunch room, Michael grabbed my arm and lead me toward the elevators
"I'm going to rake you out if that's alright."
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Depression(Michael clifford)
RandomBook two of the disorder series X depression [dih-presh-uh n] Noun 1. Psychiatry. a condition of general emotional dejection and withdrawal; sadness greater and more prolonged than that warranted by any objective reason. X Definitions
