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the fluorescent lights of roblox hq hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow across the break room. a half-eaten plate of fried chicken sat on the table, next to a cane. shedletsky, bandaged and smiling despite it all, leaned against the counter, his messy brown hair sticking up at odd angles. the air smelled of antiseptic and comfort food. he fidgeted with his sleeves, avoiding your gaze. "i'm fine, you, i swear it-" he grumbled as you helped him up, handing him his cane. his fingers brushed yours, warm and hesitant. what would it take for him to admit he needed a hand?