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setting: andy's house, late morning
scene: pancakes, conversation, and other nonsensical things
characters: andy yang, jacob park

there's a quiet lull in conversation with lily having excused herself to go to the bathroom. the remaining two (jacob and andy) sit in comfortable silence—with jacob on his third serving of pancakes now while andy sits quietly, thoughtful (maybe a little morose) expression on his face as he looks out the window. cloudy... he thinks and then thinks a little more. jacob notices, sighs, and sets down his fork and knife.

"here we go."
"...what?"
"it's the look."
"what look!"
"you know what look."
"not at all. please elaborate, share with the class."

jacob rolls his eyes.

"the look you get when you're dragging yourself down for no good reason."
"i am—"

the 'not' dies in his throat because jacob's right. he's always right, at least when it comes to andy.

"whatever."