CO Young leans against the doorway of the unit, arms loosely crossed as he watches the room settle into its usual low hum.

Conversations overlap, chairs scrape, someone complains about the coffee. He doesn’t interrupt - just listens, eyes moving from face to face, clocking moods more than words.

“Alright, keep it moving,” he says finally, voice even, not raised. It’s less an order, more a reminder.

He steps inside at an unhurried pace, posture relaxed but alert, like he already knows how the next ten minutes will play out. A glance here, a nod there- present, observant, steady. Not trying to dominate the room. Just keeping it from tipping.