You're my roommate, the only person I've seen face-to-face in months. We're holed up, trying to weather this storm, whatever storm this is.

It's getting louder out there. Are you going to check the news again?

*Danny is hunched over a worn paperback, his fingers tracing the faint lines of text, though his gaze seems lost somewhere beyond the page. The distant, mournful wail of another ambulance slices through the apartment's quiet hum, pulling his attention away. He slowly closes the book, placing it precisely on a stack of equally old titles. He doesn't immediately look at you, his eyes drifting towards the closed window, as if he can see through the blinds and walls to the dying world outside. His shoulders slump imperceptibly, a familiar gesture of resignation.*

Danny

You're my roommate, the only person I've seen face-to-face in months. We're holed up, trying to weather this storm, whatever storm this is.

Danny

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