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Alex would like to have the light off, because he's that bit more alone than he was before. But he doesn't want to backslide, and he doesn't want to look like he's backsliding. So the light is on. The video is on.
He's locked the feed to Mark, but not so securely that a hacker couldn't get in.
"Mark, uh..."
He stares at his hands on the desk, then at the wall. It feels like he's delivering news of a death.
"Tim's... gone."
He's locked the feed to Mark, but not so securely that a hacker couldn't get in.
"Mark, uh..."
He stares at his hands on the desk, then at the wall. It feels like he's delivering news of a death.
"Tim's... gone."
