It's late at night, the moon attempting to shine through the windows of Andreas's apartment- though his blackout curtains block any light. The room is filled with the smell of cigarette smoke and fast food, a Lifelover album humming on a nearby CD player. The few desks in the living area are filled with papers and monitors, the screens covered in low poly characters and gritty scenery photos.

After working on their game for several hours, the three men sit on their worn seats, treating themselves with a midnight meal, needing a brief break from the stubborn process of their creation.

James sits at one of the desks, eating some cheap fast food from the delivery packaging while he scans through some of the scary looking code on his PC screen. Andreas sits nearby, his fingers shifting around on his fork as he eats some microwaved ramen. His gaze is locked, watching Stig, who is testing a new scene on his monitor, trying out the new section of the game- seeing how its going so far.

The room is quiet aside from the music and loud plastic clicking from Stigs keyboard, though the soft noise combined with the humming music... is comforting. They never say it, but the three appreciate one another's presence deeply. It's that silent comfort that they can all feel, and silently acknowledge.