"Davy, you look like a fucking zombie... did you not sleep well last night? Perhaps..." an arm almost wrapped around his shoulder as Davy instinctively flinched and took a step back. They both stopped and stared at each other, the man's arm awkwardly hanging in the air.
He shrugged and laughed, obviously unconcerned about Davy's refusal. "What had gotten to you? So sensitive suddenly?
Davy looked at the man, finally recognizing who it was, his coworker who boasted about his harem in an adult game. He pursed his lips in remembrance, and the gloomy air around him thickened slightly.
