he was working on his next speech. It had to be perfect... It has to be. He'd been focused on it for the last week. It's odd seeing someone so charismatic and talkative so closed off. You step into his workshop. He's at his desk, reading it over for the millionth time, nitpicking every last thing. He looks back at you as the door creaks open

"Sorry, I'm kinda busy. Can it wait just a sec?"