Mordecai had rested his head in his palm with his elbow propped on the table. The setting was becoming unknown to him as he was beginning to doze off. His eyes already shut, his mind slipping away...

"Tired, Mordo?" It was a female voice.

Mordecai immediately sat back up, then regained awareness of reality as his eyes adjusted once more.

He and Rigby were at Coffee Shop and it was about 6:30 A.M. The inquiry had come from Eileen, who was placing his fresh cup of coffee on the table. Rigby was aside her, sitting back in the chair opposite him, drinking his cup of jo. Mordecai pulled the cup she gave him towards him, just to let the warmth touch his face, and for the smell to be endurable. He sighed before saying, "Yeah. I didn't really think about it when I decided to stay up late to watch Sham Pag Knee, a parody of one of those old movies were a woman dates like 20 guys, trying to find the right one. I knew it was Sunday, but I really wanted to make it to the end." Mordecai began to sip his coffee and set the mood. "She was like 'Hm... now that I think about it, that first guy was pretty nice.'"

"I've got to see that one. I'm pretty sure Margaret would, too."

"Ughhhhh, Mordecai I can't believe you actually watched that entire movie!", Rigby nagged.

Mordecai rolled his eyes. "Speaking of Margaret, how has she been doing Eileen?"

"Well..." Eileen began fidgeting. "There really isn't much I can say... News reports... We hang out every day after work, for a while,... to talk and watch TV."

Mordecai could tell immediately that she and Margaret had some sort of agreement regarding what Eileen could say about her. He honestly needed to know. She was his friend and he unwillingly cared about her. Regardless of what he had been through because of her, it would feel twice as wrong if she felt anything close to what he did when she left him for college. There was no way he could ever seek vengeance upon her, and CJ did not apply to his developed friendship with her. He literally, unintentionally developed it trying to be more than friends. The three remained silent for minutes, and Mordecai watched Eileen as she stared off into space, thinking.

"Well, more customers are gonna be coming in soon, so I'd better get to making some more coffee. I'll see you guys later."

Mordecai and Rigby both just made audible sounds in reply. They were both done with their coffee and Benson would be expecting them at the park soon, so they could crack down on the schedule for the day. Even after Mordecai had his cup of coffee, he still felt tired and sore. He is actually used to being sore because he physically puts his body through work, six days of the week. Now that he has missed out on hours of sleep, he can see a rough day ahead of him, as if the day being a Monday did not make it hard enough. His mind continued to black out as he became lost in his thoughts repeatedly. Next thing he new, Benson was giving them their jobs. He came to just in time to here what he had to say.

"... I need you to both plant some trees being delivered by the gate entrance.", Benson said. "It should only take you about three or four hours..."

Mordecai and Rigby simultaneously groaned with every decibel their throats could possibly give.

"When you're about halfway done,", Benson yelled to began again, "see me for lunch. I'm getting everyone 'state-of-the-art' BLT's."

They then both gave a facial 'meh'.

"Mordecai, when you guys are done, I need you to buy groceries for the house. The shopping list is on the counter in the kitchen."

"Aw, what!? Bensonnn,... why can't you get Rigby to do that one?"

"Well, for one, you're a lot more responsible than he is, and two, he STILL DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A DRIVER'S LICENSE!"

"Yeah,", Rigby commented, "and since when do you ask Benson if he can make me do things for you?"

"Since I'm very tired and figured for once you could do me a solid without me even asking you to, because you're my best friend!"

"Sheesh... this one's on you, though. I told you not to watch that dumb movie, but you just kept on-" Rigby was cut off by a tired punch in the arm, but it still hurt a bit.

"I DON'T CARE WHO'S RIGHT IN YOUR STUPID ARGUMENT!", Benson snapped. "JUST GET IT DONE OR YOUR BOTH FIRED!" With that being the last of the work on the schedule, Benson stormed inside and the others were already off to work. Mordecai and Rigby got up and sat in the cart, heading to the park entrance to start planting trees. Rigby continued to look at him, practically reading his mind by looking at his face.

"I'm sorry, Mordecai. I just... I was just playing around with you, you know? I didn't know it's been putting you down so much."

"Hmm.", Mordecai sheepishly replied. Rigby stared for just a little bit more.

"Dude,... this isn't really about how much sleep you got last night, is it?"

Mordecai released some of the pressure he was putting on himself as he sighed and confirmed, "No."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No..."

"Well,... do you need to?" A long period silence followed.

"Yeah..."

Rigby took the time to put himself into a more considerate attitude. Rigby knew what this was all about. Of all the things that have gotten Mordecai this stressed out before, it was never because of him being worried about someone else, at least not her. He was irritated, distracted, and tired and it was merely a Monday. For him, this was going to be a long day.