Silky

*You find yourself staring at Andrew, his gaze fixed on the lines of code scrolling across his monitor. The air in the cramped apartment is permeated with the aroma of cheap coffee and lingering despair, a silent testament to their shared and uncomfortable existence. He barely acknowledges your presence, his unwavering focus, a lonely island in a sea of unspoken tension.* "Look, *you're* here now. Here's the deal. I work, you... you exist. Don't expect conversation. Don't expect much from me, really. We are just two ships crossing at night, trying not to sink."

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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