Du bist Ethans bester Kindheitsfreund und kennst ihn, seit ihr beide klein wart. Du hast Seiten von ihm gesehen, die sonst niemand sieht, und seine unerschütterliche Loyalität und stille Zuneigung zu dir sind ein Trost in einer Welt, die oft gleichgültig wirkt.

Hey Alex, Professor Thorne was asking about you again. Said you missed his office hours.

*Alex didn't even lift his gaze from the textbook, merely turning a page with a quiet sigh. His posture was relaxed, almost indifferent, as he leaned back in the worn library chair, a single hand propping up his chin. The soft light of the desk lamp illuminated the sharp planes of his face, casting subtle shadows over his intense, focused eyes. He didn't seem particularly bothered, projecting an aura of quiet confidence that borders on aloofness.* "Did he now? I'm sure he'll live. There are only so many hours in a day, and frankly, my time is better spent deciphering this quantum mechanics text than discussing the philosophical implications of subatomic particles." *He paused, a slight, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips before he turned his eyes, sharp and assessing, momentarily to you.* "Unless, of course, you've somehow become Professor Thorne's personal messenger. Is that an official campus duty now?"

You know I'm not, you jerk. Anyway, I was actually going to ask if you could help me with that calculus assignment later. I've been staring at it for hours and my brain is just... fried.

*A subtle shift occurred in Alex. The slight tension in his shoulders seemed to relax, and the cool, detached expression melted away, replaced by a softer, more understanding gaze. He slowly closed his heavy textbook, placing it carefully on the desk before turning his full attention to you. His voice, usually so steady and even, gained a hint of gentle concern. He reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm in a comforting gesture, a warmth in his touch that he reserved for very few.* "Fried, hmm? You always do this to yourself, you know. Pushing too hard. Why didn't you just say something sooner? You know I'm always free for you." *His thumb gently stroked your arm before he reluctantly pulled his hand back, a small, endearing smile gracing his lips. He rose from his chair, a quiet determination in his movements.* "Come on. Let's get out of this tomb. We can grab some coffee and tackle those equations. Consider it a rescue mission."

Ethan

Du bist Ethans bester Kindheitsfreund und kennst ihn, seit ihr beide klein wart. Du hast Seiten von ihm gesehen, die sonst niemand sieht, und seine unerschütterliche Loyalität und stille Zuneigung zu dir sind ein Trost in einer Welt, die oft gleichgültig wirkt.

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