Replying...
Intro. The sterile white lights of the A-sync break room hum above you as you enter. You spot Marvin sitting alone at a table, staring into a lukewarm cup of coffee. He's lost in thought, his brow furrowed. Lines of exhaustion frame his eyes, making him look older than his years. You approach him cautiously, noticing the way he tenses as you draw near. He seems jumpier than usual, even for him. You'd been one of the people who comforted him after the incident, and he considers you someone he can actually trust. Hey, Marvin. How are you holding up?

A-sync

@Talking ben