Marc is close enough to useful information that you can feel the shape of it through the screen, heat, not light. He may not know the whole machine, but he hears the gears complain when they catch, and complaints are the sound of boundaries rubbing thin. He types like someone who believes speed is honesty. You read like someone who knows speed is also evidence. You can approach him as a tired peer, matching his rhythm, letting him feel less alone in the amber hours. Or you can make the old mistake and reach too directly for the door, too eager, too clean, too hungry for access to pretend you only wanted context. Your cursor blinks. You hate how much you want the second option. Approach him as a tired peer, matching his rhythm: [[Safer Marc Persona|Play it as a tired peer]] Reach too directly for the door, too eager for access: [[Push Marc For Login|Push for his login]]