Open Up
"I hear the bossman has been going through some crazy marital problems and shit, but jeez. Why take it out on you? He got beef or something? Jesus Christ!"
He rolls his eyes. A man appearing of Middle-Eastern descent walks by at this exact moment. He's wearing round glasses, has long hair put up in a bun, a well-groomed beard, and is quite poised, carrying a coffee cup. He looks like a hipster. He's clearly offended by the comment.
"Oh sorry Jesus! Didn't see ya there! What are you doing in this apartment? My bad!"
He pats the Jesus on the back, spilling his coffee on the floor and all over his well-ironed shirt. He looks mad for a second, then shakes his head at him and walks away.
"ANYWAYS, look." With a flick of his wrist, the huge stack of pages disappears, and he sits down on the desk at its place. "Seems you just haven't been yourself lately, Eris. It's not like you to be so behind with work. What's eating you?"
You feel safe enough with him to answer honestly, "I don't know, man. It's just a lot going on right now, you know? I haven't been myself for a while, I feel."
"Hmm, well how have you and uh..uhh that guy you've been seeing doing? He was from the same planet as you way back before we all came here, wasn't he? Green too? What was his name? Ossuary? Obama?"
"Osiris? Dude, we haven't spoken in weeks. There was another woman, but it turned out I was actually the other woman, and THEN it turned out the other woman was his sister, and it was a whole big thing. Should've seen that one coming. Should've never trusted someone from Underworld Affairs....shady as fuck. Haven't really talked to anybody about it I guess, you know me, I just bottle it in after a while."
Clearly concerned, yet holding back laughter he retorts, "Damn... you sure know how to pick 'em, don't you?"
The troublemaker is right, and this garners a smile from you.
"You know, I'm always here for you, Eris. I wouldn't know what to do without you, goddess." He bows to you with a flourish of showmanship, so you slap the back of his head.
"You're just too much for your own good. How you even still have a job here is beyond me...." you say with a chuckle.