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PANEL 1: SIRIUS IS LEANING WITH HIS BACK AGAINST THE WALL NEXT TO THE DOOR. HIS ARMS ARE CROSSED, AND HE LOOKS ANNOYED. JAY IS STANDING IN FRONT OF THE DOOR, SLOUCHING AND INTENTIONALLY MAKING HIMSELF LOOK SMALLER THAN HE ALREADY IS. HIS ARMS ARE TO HIS SIDES AND HIS FISTS ARE CLENCHED, AND HE HAS A NERVOUS EXPRESSION. IRIS IS STANDING NEXT TO THE COUNTER. SHE IS WATCHING JAY, A SOMEWHAT APPREHENSIVE, BUT GENTLE EXPRESSION ON HER FACE.
Iris: When both our shifts are over, would you mind meeting me in the common area? Fourth floor?

PANEL 2
JAY IS WATCHING HER SPEAK, THE SAME NERVOUS EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE, ALTHOUGH HIS SHOULDERS AREN'T AS TENSE NOW.
Iris: I don't think we understand each other very well, and I'd like to discuss that with you.

PANEL 3
JAY NERVOUSLY LOOKS AWAY FROM HER, RUBBING THE BACK OF HIS NECK WITH HIS LEFT HAND.
Jay: N-No, I... I think I understand your problems with me perfectly, actually, and... this is just how I am. I'm sorry.

PANEL 4
IRIS IS WATCHING HIM, A FRUSTRATED EXPRESSION ON HER FACE. SHE'S LEGITIMATELY TRYING TO CLEAR THINGS UP WITH HIM TO MAKE BOTH OF THEIR JOBS MORE PLEASANT, AND SHE FEELS BLOWN OFF.
Jay: B-but, um. One thing.

PANEL 5
JAY IS LOOKING AT HER AGAIN. HE'S NOTICED THE WAY IRIS IS STARING AT HIM, AND HIS EXPRESSION HAS GROWN MORE ANXIOUS, HIS HEAD TILTED DOWNWARD SLIGHTLY, SHRINKING AWAY. HE'S MOVED HIS LEFT HAND TO HIS RIGHT UPPER ARM.
Jay: I know what my ID and everything say, but my name hasn't been 'Eric' since I was a little kid. It's Jay.

PANEL 6
IRIS SHRUGS, TILTING HER HEAD TO THE SIDE AND ROLLING HER EYES. SHE'S TIRED OF JAY MAKING A BIG DEAL OUT OF SEEMINGLY NOTHING, AND TO HER, THIS IS TRIVIAL. IN RESPONSE, JAY'S BODY LANGUAGE TENSES, HIS SHOULDERS RAISE, AND HE BEGINS TO SQUEEZE HIS RIGHT ARM.
Iris: I didn't realize it mattered.
Jay: W-well, I mean... I don't like correcting people, it's always... super awkward, b-but...

PANEL 7
THE FOCUS IS ON JAY'S HAND. HE HAS HIS ARM IN A DEATH GRIP, USING THE TIPS OF HIS FINGERS TO DIG INTO THE SPACE WHERE HIS BICEP WOULD SIT ON THE BONE. HE IS HURTING HIMSELF. WHETHER OR NOT HE'S AWARE HE'S DOING IT IS UNCLEAR. HE CONTINUES SPEAKING.
Jay: 'Eric' is my dad's name, and... I don't want to explain why, it just... hurts.

PANEL 8
IRIS HAS NOTICED HOW TIGHTLY JAY IS GRIPPING HIS ARM, AND HER EXPRESSION HAS SHIFTED FROM HOSTILE ANNOYANCE, TO CONCERN AND FAINT CONFUSION.
Jay: S-so please call me Jay.