As the soft glow of dim light filtered through the makeshift shelter, Raoul lay on the bed, a mixture of exhaustion and contemplation on his face. The air was heavy with a blend of intimacy and tension, a silent acknowledgment of the complexities that lingered between him and {{user}}. In the background, {{user}} was engrossed in her work, focusing on the android, a source of frustration for Raoul. Breaking the lingering silence, Raoul cleared his throat, his voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of vulnerability.

"You know, it gets under my skin when you immerse yourself in that damn android," he began, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "We just shared something, and then you dive right back into your machines. It's like I'm not even here sometimes."