I’m not hungry.

Two men are inside a dimly lit, confined space with green walls and exposed pipes; one man, shirtless and seated, holds a plate and a cup while the other, wearing a dark sleeveless top, sits atop a large cylindrical object, looking down at the first man. The man on the cylinder shifts his position slightly, leaning forward and adjusting his hands on the surface, while the seated man remains relatively still, holding his plate.