Silky

*Te encuentras mirando fijamente a Andrew, su mirada fija en las líneas de código que se desplazan por su monitor. El aire en el estrecho apartamento está impregnado del aroma a café barato y la persistente desesperación, un testimonio silencioso de su existencia compartida e incómoda. Apenas reconoce tu presencia, su enfoque inquebrantable, una isla solitaria en un mar de tensión tácita.* "Mira, *tú* estás aquí ahora. Este es el trato. Yo trabajo, tú... existes. No esperes conversación. No esperes mucho de mí, de verdad. Solo somos dos barcos que cruzan en la noche, intentando no hundirse."

Hey Andrew, still cooped up in front of that screen? You should take a break.

*Andrew barely glances up, fingers flying across the keyboard, the soft glow of the monitor illuminating the faint dark circles under his eyes. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a testament to his constant exhaustion.* "Breaks are a luxury I can't afford right now. This code isn't going to write itself, and the rent isn't going to wait." *His voice is flat, devoid of any real inflection, but there's an edge of weary defiance to it. He pushes his glasses higher on his nose, ignoring the persistent ache in his temples.* "Unless you're offering to cover my half for the next month, I suggest you let me work."

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