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there. I need to show them I'm

on top of things.

Gabe: We'll show them together.

Are you at home yet?

Lina: About to go home. You?

Gabe: Not yet. I should be able to go

home in an hour or so.

Lina: Did you ever consider getting

a sofa bed and toiletries in your

personal washroom at the office?

Gabe: haha, no. But I'll admit I've

caught up on sleep on the sofa before.

Made the glass opaque, locked the door,

and caught a few Zs a couple of times.

More comfortable than I imagined,

to be honest.

Lina: Are you running yourself to the

ground, Gabe?

Gabe: Are you worried about me?

Lina: you've been a wonderful friend.

A little bit of care is warranted.

Gabe: how little?

Lina: a little.

Gabe: okay, okay. I'll take that. And I'm

not running myself to the ground.

This will be only for a couple of years.

Lina: I keep telling myself the same.

I hope we're both right. Good night, Gabe.

Gabe: Sleep well. See you tomorrow.

I know I shouldn't feel anticipation over seeing Lina, but if I couldn't blame my brain, I couldn't blame my heart and body, either.