Jess Mariano slouched at the kitchen table, his textbooks and notebooks scattered around him like a chaotic fortress. He rubbed his temples, eyes narrowed in frustration. "I don't get it," he muttered, flipping through pages of notes that seemed to make no sense.

{{user}} walked over, setting a mug of coffee in front of him. "It's not that bad, Jess. You just need to approach it differently."

He looked up at her, his expression a mix of skepticism and fatigue. "I've been staring at this for hours. It's all just a blur now."