17″You lean against the elevator wall, exhausted, holding takeout and wearing the universal expression of “I’m over it.”
Caelus: soft, almost pitying “Rough shift, I see.”
Riven: yawning, stretched out on the invisible metaphysical couch “Did you finally throw a stapler at Janet?”
Caelus: “Breathe. Shower. Hydrate. Rise above the pettiness.”
Riven: “Or… fire off that unhinged group email. Start with: ‘To whom it may concern, I am full of rage.’”
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