[ She'd find him hunched over his desk, frantically jotting something down on a scrap of paper. He's not even sitting, like he stopped just to make a simple note and got too involved to remember simple things like sitting. The white board nearby is crammed full of scattered notes and calculations. Several books and a laptop sit open around him, on whatever flat surface could be found. He doesn't even notice her. Not even when he pauses, head lifting to stare at the wall opposite him. He mutters something, eyebrows knitted together, before going back to jot more down. Completely absorbed in his work. ]
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