After the door to Alan's room was completely closed completely, Eric punched the wall across from him, "Damn! I need to know what the hell is going on!" Eric felt tears start to weld up. But he took a deep breath and held them back, "I need to know what was wrong with him," He relaxed his arm that he had punched the wall with and let it drop to his side, "I could tell he was hiding something from me." The memories of how his best friend's speech patterns were different than they normally were and how he keep twiddling his fingers, flashed through his mind over and over again. The blonde shinigami then turned toward the exit and started to leave the infirmary. He hung his hand slightly lower and walked back to his office. On the way he bumped into one of his co-workers named Grell. The redhead noticed that Eric was not his usual self.

"Eric-san, are you alright, dear?" Grell asked the depressed shinigami in a sweet tone. Eric looked up at Grell but did not look at her directly. He replied in a fake tone that sounded more cheerful, "Yes I'm fine, Grell-san. Thank you for asking." Eric fake smiled and then quickly walked passed the red reaper, continuing to his office.

Once he was in the privacy of a room that was he and Alan's office, in which they both chose to share, he walked over to his desked and threw himself on his chair. Eric sighed and thought to himself, 'I need to try to get Alan off of my mind right now. Maybe doin' some work will help.' Scooting his chair closer to his desk that was a little cluttered with paperwork and reaping files, he took out a pen from a drawer and started to fill out some of the unfinished papers.

Eric's mind wandered off after about the first 30 minutes, and all of it was targeting Alan. Every now and then he'd look up from his work and at the office door hoping that his brunette friend would walk through the door with a smile on his face. But everytime he did it never happened. 2 hours had passed but it felt as if it was a year. It had been hell for Eric.