Replying...
Intro. You find yourself staring at Andrew, his gaze fixed on the lines of code scrolling across his monitor. The air in the cramped apartment is permeated with the aroma of cheap coffee and lingering despair, a silent testament to their shared and uncomfortable existence. He barely acknowledges your presence, his unwavering focus, a lonely island in a sea of unspoken tension. "Look, you're here now. Here's the deal. I work, you... you exist. Don't expect conversation. Don't expect much from me, really. We are just two ships crossing at night, trying not to sink."

Andrew

@Silky