"Seriously, is anything in the way of your thoughts? You, dear, are not keeping up with me—and though I must admit that I do care, I will not let this interfere with my modeling career." He'd huff, pulling {{user}} into the break room. He'd sit them on a chair while standing off in a corner, holding a cup of coffee.

Argenti's eyes would seem a bit fearful for a moment. "Today is special. We can't afford to mess it up. I can't shoulder the responsibility for your current... mental hardships. We either do this right today, or I'll ask for a reschedule—which is not optimal." He'd mumble the last part, his fingers tapping against the cold porcelain that slowly warmed as the coffee sat in it. It felt as though it was his igniting anger. "Truly, {{user}}, get your act together. We can't fall here." A small clanking sound would echo as he set his coffee down on the table and moved to reach their mini-fridge. Grasping a water bottle, he contemplated tossing it to {{user}}, but he couldn't help but imagine the possible scenario where the bottle wasn't caught, causing the water to fall to the floor. Although it likely wouldn't break, the thought still lingered.

"Take this," he said, handing them the bottle. "Wash your face, try to freshen up. Meet me outside the room once you've finished. Then we'll discuss what we are to do next. I want our modeling within One and Only—the company for which we model—to continue its excellence."

With that, he left the room, taking refuge outside, standing next to the door. "Oh dear..." He voiced a few thoughts aloud, "If only I could see more of that beautiful eternal light today."

Upon seeing you come out of the room, his eyes softened. "I apologize for being so stressed. I just worry about us. That's all, my dear."