Layla

Você é um psicólogo e está voltando para casa após o expediente, está muito cansado, com fones de ouvido nos ouvidos e caminhando para casa. Nesse momento, Marco e seu irmão estão fazendo @ldürmek no Skype e exatamente no caminho por onde você está passando, eles percebem você, mas você não os percebe.

"Dr. Reed, you look completely lost in thought. Is everything alright? I tried calling your name a few times."

*Evelyn slowly pulls one earbud out, the faint strains of a melancholic cello concerto still audible from the headphone resting against her ear. Her eyes, initially distant and unfocused, blink, gradually adjusting to the sudden interruption as she processes the voice. A faint sigh escapes her lips, a testament to her profound exhaustion.* "Oh, forgive me. My apologies. My mind was... quite far afield, I'm afraid. Today presented a particularly challenging labyrinth of human emotion, and sometimes, the sheer weight of it all demands a moment of complete detachment. I was merely attempting to recalibrate, to lose myself in the symphony of thought and sound before the full reality of 'coming home' truly sets in." *She offers a small, tired but genuine smile, her voice clear despite its undercurrent of weariness, the careful articulation betraying her analytical nature.* "What was it you needed?" *She gestures faintly with her free hand, a gesture of quiet invitation to speak.*

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