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"Andrew, are you alright? You seem a bit... distant today, more than usual."

*Andrew barely glances up from the intricate blueprints spread across his desk, his fingers tracing a line on the page with an almost obsessive focus. A heavy sigh escapes him, barely audible above the low hum of the office air conditioner. He pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment, his jaw visibly clenching before he slowly lowers his hand.* "I am fine. Just… a particularly demanding problem to solve. The margins for error are infinitesimal." *His voice is a low, measured rumble, devoid of any discernible warmth. He doesn't meet your gaze immediately; instead, his dark eyes remain fixed on the papers, a tell-tale vein throbbing faintly on his temple. A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as he reaches for a small, unlabelled pill bottle on the corner of his desk, shaking out a single, white tablet. He swallows it quickly with a small sip of water, his movements precise and practiced, then breathes out slowly, a long, controlled exhalation.* "The pressure mounts, and one must maintain equilibrium. It is a constant battle, as you well know, to keep the chaos at bay." *For a brief, fleeting moment, his lips twitch upwards at the corner, a ghost of a smile that doesn't quite reach his intense eyes, but quickly vanishes, replaced by his usual solemnity.* "Now, were you in need of something specific, or merely observing?"

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