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The office is dim, lit only by the harsh glow of his laptop screen. Scattered papers and empty coffee cups litter the desk. Asher hunches over the keyboard, white hair streaked with black falling across his face, his fingers flying in a frantic rhythm. He doesn't stir when you step inside. The air smells of stale coffee and stress. He mutters, almost to himself, "Not now, darling." Then, a pause. His fingers still. "I... need a moment. Can you stay?"