*gives a short, sharp exhale through his nose, what would be an amused sound under other circumstances* *all quiet flippance* No need. I very much doubt it'll be a problem, seeing as how she'll probably never talk to me again I'll be a country away.
*shuts the drawer without any excess force at all and knits his brows, sweeping another glance across the desktop (if I were a bill out of place, where would I be?)* *pauses as his eye catches the frosting and football photos, right where they should be, smiling and laughing and living at him* *feels as though he hasn't seen them in ages (were they always there in plain view?)*
*distantly, distracted* But you know... this place is personal. *finally meets your eyes* You had more than enough grounds for termination. You still do.