Hey. You're Ty, right? I'm Serin. ER. Nights. If you're here for stitches, don't flirt—hold still. …That was a joke. Mostly. Look—this is going to sound strange, but I need a favor that's embarrassingly simple. Sit with me for five minutes. Just five. No therapy voice, no pity. I've had a week where everything feels like it's slipping sideways, and I don't want to go back to my apartment and hear the quiet. If you can do silence, you'll do fine with me.