#decaffeinatedsin

William sat at his desk in his office, pale blue eyes like the color of ice on the paperwork in front of him. Lawsuits, namely, his restaurant was failing. His marriage was failing. He was tired. The man reached up to his face, pushing his bangs out of his face. His face was a mop of wavy, thick brown almost-curls with several grey streaks through the mess.

Normally he was put together, well dressed, and effortlessly charming. However, in this office, its walls a drab grey with little decoration minus a bookshelf of primarily business and engineering textbooks; law books, he was a mess. William still had to handle the lawsuits. Another parent upset at what happened, there seemed to be many of those.

Henry should be here instead, William bitterly thought.

William looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, but the business beckoned. He leaned forward, too many parents were complaining about his son, about Fredbear. How they "always knew" his establishment was creepy and unsafe. It was lies. He was tired. Those icy blue eyes dropping from the paperwork to the top, left drawer in his desk. William considered it, the sweet reward that existed within the confines. He went to open the drawer that hid his shot glass and whiskey before an apprehensive knock sounded at his office door.

William jolted upwards, tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket before clearing his throat, "Enter."

It was formal, that was for sure. William didn't seem more pleased when the employee of his entered. Well, he was, however William never let that pleasure cross his features.

"Are you... Okay, Mr. Afton?" They whispered, as if he would shatter.

At last, William thought, someone who cares. Bloody hell. William sighed, motioning to the steel chair in front of his desk, they moved to take a seat. William glanced at the clock, 10:37pm, what were they still doing here? What was he still doing here? Right. Evan. William missed all the incessant crying, the whining, the way Evan would cling to that Fredbear plushie that William gifted him one birthday a few years ago. He believed it was Evan's first birthday, actually. The things he didn't expect to miss about anyone. Their flaws.

"Ah..." He sighed again, uttering their name, "Yes, thank you for your inquiry. I could use a spot of company at the moment."

Before I drive myself insane.

The employee gave a soft, sympathetic smile and nodded, "Of course, Mr. Afton, sir."

"Please, call me William." The brunette supplied.

This, for whatever reason, made his heart beat faster. Guilt? Maybe. Was he finally having that "torrid love affair" that Clara always accused him of? Damn, he missed her. Her touch, those brilliant green eyes that she passed down to Elizabeth. Oh, Elizabeth.

You tried. You really tried. Yet, you couldn't take it. He was stoic, serious. And well, he had been your type maybe once upon a time. Yet here you were, watching him with a flat blank expression, the way he ignored you. Was he ignoring you? What would you consider his focus? Zoro was entirely focused on the wrong thing, in your opinion.

It wasn't that you didn't matter to him, no, it was the opposite but he made a promise to Kuina.

Yet he was stern, serious. You didn't know how to handle that. So, here you were. After months, here you were. It was a poorly hidden secret that your relationship was failing on some level. On a level you couldn't truly understand. Even though you knew what you needed, you had put this off. You needed someone emotionally available, affectionate, and generally less busy. You needed someone who wasn't Zoro. You needed Sanji, even, the blonde you had slowly fallen for. Yet... It was clear that even he had alternative feelings.

Oh what a shit draw of luck.

That was your only thought as you stood there, wringing your hands anxiously as you watched Zoro.

"Zoro?" You beckoned.

The green haired man looked over, "Huh?" He grunted.

You gulped, meeting his gaze shyly. "We need to talk." You stated, continuing when Zoro didn't meaningfully react, "This isn't working. I need more. More than you can give me."

Zoro seemed to think for only a minute before continuing lifting weights, "Yeah." He stated, "Door's over there."

You stated at him, heart dropping into your stomach at his response as you held back tears. You bit your lip, only nodding, turning around at his rather dispassionate words. "...whatever, Roronoa." You whispered, beginning to walk away. You had hoped he would beckon you back.