Later the next day, Antonio was back in his office, seated behind his desk with his eyes fixed on absolutely nothing. It wasn't even like he was deep in thought, no, his mind just… refused to cooperate. Every idea that tried to form slipped away before it could make sense, leaving him stuck in that annoying in-between where you know you should be thinking, but your brain simply refuses to show up.
And honestly, it wasn't entirely his fault.
If anyone else had been thrown into the mess he was currently dealing with, they would have lost their mind by now… or worse...Kill themselves, because he had been considering it an awful lot as of late.
Raphael stood by the window again, like he had claimed that spot as his own personal thinking corner. One hand rested against the frame while the other moved lazily through his hair, his gaze fixed outside, though it was obvious he wasn't really paying attention to anything happening out there.
