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In which Pierce is sitting at the adjacent table with a half empty paper coffee cup staring into space looking pretty damn tired and drained.

Steve eventually put the pencil down, deciding to give his hand a momentary break before trying again, which was when he noticed a familiar face not far by. “Pierce?” he wondered, leaning a bit in that direction to ensure he wasn’t mistaken. “Hey, Pierce.” he called a bit louder, trying to get his attention this time.