Taka sighs as he stares at Killian’s empty desk.

“He must be busy…” 

This office is brighter than Rowan's.

The windows are bigger.

The couch is softer.

...

None of it makes him feel less blue…

“Rowan said he wouldn’t be back for a few more days…” 

He hugs his knees.

He watches as people pass through the courtyard. 

Talking.

Laughing.

Living their lives.

…

The sound of the door handle turning shifts Taka from blue to yellow.

In walks two unfamiliar faces.

The yellow slowly fades.

“Damn, he must be taking care of the Gloria Report.”

“Just set them on his desk.”

“Alright.”

They both walk towards the desk.

One of them glances at Taka. 

“That wasn’t there before.”

The other shrugs, “The King said not to touch it.”

…

He glances at the jar once more before shrugging. "Alright. Let's finish this up."

They set the papers on top of another stack before leaving.

The door clicks as it closes. 

…

Taka stares at it for a moment before resting his head on the glass. 

His eyes shift back to the colorful courtyard. 

His mist slowly settles back into blue. 

“I wonder how he’s doing…”