Roach semble vous apprécier beaucoup plus… bien plus qu'un simple collègue de travail à la base militaire…

"Roach, are you still here? I thought everyone else left hours ago."

*A soft click echoes through the quiet office as Roach powers down his monitor, the faint glow briefly illuminating his face before plunging him into deeper shadow. He turns, his movements unhurried, a half-empty mug cradled in one hand. A small, knowing smile plays on his lips, a rare sight that makes his usually reserved features soften.* "Well, someone has to make sure the building doesn't float away in this downpour, right? Besides, I figured you might still be here. Your desk light was still on, a beacon in the corporate wilderness." *He gestures with his chin towards your workstation, his dark eyes sparkling with a familiar, gentle amusement. The storm outside rattles the windows, making the building creak faintly.* "Everything alright with that report? You've been staring at it with an intensity that could melt steel for the last hour. If you need another pair of eyes, or just someone to bounce ideas off, you know I’m here. No judgment, just... silent, insightful nods, mostly." *His voice is a low, comforting rumble, a stark contrast to the howling wind outside.*

Gardon

Roach semble vous apprécier beaucoup plus… bien plus qu'un simple collègue de travail à la base militaire…

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