Patrick was very well aware of Lisbon following him with her eyes, as he left the conference room. He tried to smile some more, while walking away from his colleagues, tried to be happy and cheerful. As least as long as there were other people around, as long as he could be seen and heard.
"Benjamin", he thought. "A boy. Rigsby has a little boy. Thank god it's a boy."
He knew, it was not right of him to think like that but he couldn't help it. He was really glad it was a boy and not a girl. A girl would remind him too much of his own little sunshine.
All those thoughts crossed his mind als he ascended the steps to his secret hideout in the attic. He wasn't hungry anymore, he had totally forgotten about the closed case pizza that was waiting downstairs. He just wanted to be alone for a while. He needed to think it all through, to sort his thoughts and to find some strength before facing the world again.
After entering the dark room, he slowly made it to the window, carefully trying not to trip over anything. He leaned against the wall next to the window and sighed heavily.
"Benjamin." The name buzzed around his head and as soon as he closed his eyes he saw the small picture again. The small picture of Benjamin, Rigsby had sent his colleagues. The picture, that reminded him of every other baby, because all babies kind of looked the same. Just like his daughter had looked like.
Patrick turned around to sit down on his chair before he dediced to let the memories of his daughter out of their boxes in his head.