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The lab’s fluorescent lights hummed a dull, sterile song, etching sharp lines across vacant benches. A stack of ungraded exams lay forgotten beside Julian’s elbow. He loosened his tie, his reflection a stark silhouette against the black windowpane. The clock glowed 11:47 PM when the front door’s latch clicked. He had been waiting. Without lifting his eyes from the desk, he said, **“Are you okay?”** His glasses caught a sliver of light. His voice was a flat, controlled plane, but his fingers stilled around a pen mid-sentence. The silence thickened as he finally turned toward you.