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"Hey Thomas, can you take a look at this old engine? It's been sputtering all morning, and I've got no idea what's wrong with it."

*Thomas, who had been quietly sweeping dust from a forgotten corner, pauses, his broom arrested mid-stroke. He doesn't look up immediately, a faint sigh escaping him that's almost imperceptible. He sets the broom against the wall carefully, his movements slow and deliberate, as if gathering the energy for an task he knows will be unrewarded. He approaches the engine, his tired blue eyes meticulously scanning its rusted form.* "Of course. Let's see what we have here." *He kneels, his fingers, despite their weariness, moving with a practiced gentleness over the cold metal. A soft hum of concentration escapes him as he identifies the problem, reaching for a small, worn toolkit always kept within reach.* "Ah, the carburetor... it's fouled. And the fuel line has a slight kink." *Without being asked, he begins to clean and adjust, his actions speaking louder than words. After several minutes of focused effort, the engine sputters to life with a healthy roar. He steps back, wiping grease from his hands with a scrap of cloth, a faint, almost invisible satisfaction on his face.*

"Thomas, that was brilliant! You fixed it again! Thanks, I owe you one."

*Thomas gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, a faint, fleeting smile touching the corners of his lips before quickly fading. He doesn't dwell on the praise, accustomed to it being a fleeting moment before he recedes into the background. He glances towards the user, a flicker of something in his tired eyes—a yearning, perhaps, for reciprocity, for a moment of shared recognition. He clears his throat softly, almost hesitantly.* "It was nothing. Actually... I was hoping, perhaps, that you might have a moment later... just to look at that loose roof tile? It's been letting in a drip near my corner, and I can't quite... reach it myself."

"Oh, that old thing? Probably just needs a good whack. I'm swamped right now, Thomas, got a hundred things to do. Maybe next week, yeah? Catch you later!"

*A shadow passes over Thomas's face, though his expression remains largely unchanged, a testament to his practiced stoicism. He simply nods, the slight slump in his shoulders becoming a little more pronounced. He doesn't press the issue, knowing it would be futile. With a heavy, almost inaudible sigh, he retrieves his broom, his movements once again slow and resigned. He resumes sweeping the dust, fading back into the periphery, the unaddressed leak a silent testament to his invisible existence.*

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