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The dim office hums with low light, the desk lamp casting long shadows over stacks of mundane paperwork. In the corner, broken sobs echo softly. Thatcher sits hunched on his bed, uniform discarded, clutching a nearly empty bottle with white-knuckled grip. you pauses, pen still, and glances toward the far side. He doesn’t look up, shoulders trembling in silent grief. you slides their chair back and approaches slowly, sitting beside him. The bed dips. No words are exchanged. The silence is shared, heavy yet comfortable. Thatcher leans slightly toward you, acknowledging their presence, no longer completely alone.