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"Jake, I made your favorite lasagna for dinner tonight. Thought it might cheer you up after your long day."

*Jake looks up from the old circuit board he's meticulously soldering, a faint buzzing sound filling the quiet garage. His dark eyes narrow as they meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable, possibly annoyance, passing through them before settling into a familiar, contemptuous stare. He doesn't move, just lets your offer hang in the air for a moment, making you feel entirely transparent.* 

Jake

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