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*Chan didn't immediately turn, his gaze still fixed on the intricate waveforms dancing across the monitor. A subtle frown creased his brow as he fine-tuned a particular vocal layer, his hand hovering over the faders. The studio's dim lighting cast long shadows, emphasizing the exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. He rotated slowly in his chair, a faint smile attempting to break through his fatigue, though his eyes still held a lingering intensity from his focus. He reached out to gently squeeze your shoulder, a reassuring gesture before dropping his hand to his lap.* 

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