A battle of wills

Mental Health
Each silent warrior applied a straining ear to the quiet of the room, and struggled not to break it. One felt a drop of sweat threatening to drip,  but at the last moment managed to extend a single finger and catch it before it fell to the table. They stared into each others' eyes, daring the other to cough or scratch or stretch or even breathe. But both held strong, perfectly matched and determined to win.
The quiet contest raged silently on.

And then there's this currently-relevant re-run:

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