Video call: Tony S/Steve R
[From an ill-lit room where the walls are whitewashed brick doused in yellow, like gasoline under the sun. Steve is holding his phone at a semi-awkward angle, but he quickly sets it down so he can return to the canvas bag hanging nearby. His hands are wrapped and his white t-shirt is soaked through. Sweat damp, his face is open concern.] Tony. What are you working on?