"Don't do anything stupid. Remember if you have any problems don't hesitate to contact me as the first Kat." With those words he ended the call. He knew he couldn't help her if she didn't want any help. He hated not being able to control the situation, but what could he possibly do? In any case the headquarter sounded like a really good idea for now, especially because he knew a six-pack was waiting for him in the fridge. He wanted to keep his head clear for Katherine if it was needed, but it was easier said than done. If he kept his head clear he knew that he would be pretty hard to be in the same room with because he couldn't keep his mind calm, and without alcohol his body would start fucking it all up.
Finally getting to the headquarter he went directly for the fridge, taking one of the beer and drank it in one go. He didn't greet the others not even a look showing that he acknowledged their presence. He just picked up the rest of the six-pack and went into his own office. It was easy to see that he was frustrated. He slammed the door behind him, threw his bow on the modding table, sat down in his office chair and opened the next beer, though only taking a sip regularly.
Trying to find his mp3-player in the mess of wire, chemical powders and blueprints, he stumbled upon the picture of his mother. 'What would you have done?' He began relaxing a bit, the alcohol starting to take its effect. He put the picture down and found his mp3-player, put the earplugs in his ears and turning the volume up. He needed a moment for himself just to calm his mind and nerves.