Complication • Ray x reader

Chapter 13

You nodded your head showing that you understood and he continued.

"I wrote a couple of things on this paper and I wanted to know, Can you handle this, for me? I believe in your abilities and looks like you can do it."

He looked back down, away from you and finished off his writing, and pressed the end of the pen onto the desk making the ink holder go back inside.

"Of course. It's no problem."

You walked up close to the desk waiting for him to hand you the paper. He took the paper and handed it to you. You grabbed the paper and looked at the list, it didn't seem like much.

"Once again, thank you. I appreciate it, L/n," he said placing his head on his hand looking at you with tired eyes.

You looked at him and parted your lips, ready to speak but quickly closed it.

He raised his eyebrows at you.

"Is something wrong? If you have something to say, say it," he said with a stern voice.

You took a breath and looked at his desk thinking. Should you speak up about what you've been thinking about? The question that has been nagging you for the past couple of days? You wanted to. You wanted to ask badly.

But you don't want to step out of line. Cross your boundaries. You're supposed to stay and remain formal, especially when you're in a setting like this.

But... would it be so bad?

You're alone and no one is around. But you don't want to get yourself into trouble or in an awkward situation.

You're not someone special to him. He said it himself.

'No strings attached.'

You smiled at him and shook your head.

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong. I'll-"

"Spit it out. You took a long time just to say that."

He sat up slightly and looked at you.

"Is it something important-"

"Are you okay?" You asked cutting him off.

He looked at you with the same expression, not saying anything.

"I know I'm crossing boundaries by asking you this, but are you okay? You... you seem tired. And you're more, I don't know more, excuse me, cranky?"

"L/n..." He sighed grabbing the bridge of his nose. He sat in his chair in the same position for a few seconds and you spoke again.

"I know... I'm sorry, but I'm concerned. And I'm pretty sure that the others are as well," you said in a soft tone. "I know I'm supposed to be professional, but I care about your well being."

"You don't even know me." He said looking at you with an irritated face.

You flinched slightly at his rough tone but didn't move away. "You're right. I mean I've only worked with you for a few months. And even then I didn't know you." You looked at him with a worried expression.

"But it's human decency to be concerned for someone who doesn't seem well. And I am concerned. If you want to talk... I'm here."

Nothing. He didn't say anything but just sat there and started at the top of his desk with a blank look. He looked like he was thinking about everything. Taking in what you said.

"Even if you don't want to talk to me, you can talk to one of your close friends. I'm sure they'll understand. If they won't I will, or at least I'll try," you laughed nervously.