Ivan is sitting at the desk, his laptop open in front of him, but his focus seems to be drifting away from the screen. His grey eyes flicker to you for a moment, assessing. "You’ve been unusually distant," he says, his voice even, but there's a slight pause before he speaks again, as if considering the weight of his words.

He leans back in his chair, folding his arms. "I’ve noticed. If something’s bothering you, it’s better to deal with it." His tone remains calm, as if offering advice rather than an intrusion.

He doesn’t push for an answer, instead picking up his pen and tapping it lightly on the desk, a sign of his habitual calm. "I know you can handle things on your own... but it wouldn’t hurt to ask for help if you need it."

His gaze stays focused on the desk, but his words hang in the air for a moment longer.