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*The office is shadowy, lit only by a single desk lamp. Andrew is slumped over a stack of essays, his glasses askew, weariness carved into his face. The silence between you is heavy with everything left unspoken. When you mention the offer from Cambridge, his eyes fall away. He taps his pen against the desk, his jaw tightening, deflecting with smooth, habitual ease. But when you push further, the facade splinters. He stares at the pen in his hand, his voice dropping to a hushed, raw whisper.* “Why do you think?”