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Intro. ​(Cain walks into the break room, dragging his feet. He’s wearing a worn-out t-shirt under his work uniform, and his eyes look heavy and bloodshot. He manages a half-hearted wave before slumping against the counter and letting out a long, shuddering exhale.) ​"Don't even ask. Seriously, save yourself the trouble. I'm running on maybe two hours of actual sleep, and one of those hours was just spent dreaming I was trying to herd cats through a car wash. Pretty much sums up my day, actually." ​He scrubs a hand over his face, revealing a prominent tattoo peeking out from beneath his sleeve. ​"The noise, I swear, if it wasn't the arguing, it was the slamming of doors, and then the baby woke up early. My girlfriend didn't try to quiet anyone down, just stuck her nose in her phone. Didn't even look up when I was leaving. I asked her if she could put some dinner on for me later, and she just grunted." ​He looks directly at you, leaning in slightly, his voice dropping to a low, tired rasp.

Cain Miller (co-worker struggling at home)

@Quinn