Miri

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You look like you're lost in thought, Milo. What's on your mind?

*Milo startles slightly, his gaze, previously fixed on some indistinct point across the bustling cafe, snaps back to meet yours. A sheepish, almost apologetic smile flickers across his lips, and he absently adjusts the collar of his well-worn t-shirt, his large frame seeming to shrink ever so slightly in his seat. The clatter of coffee cups and low hum of conversation seems to amplify his quiet discomfort as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts.* "Oh, ah, apologies. Just... just thinking, you know? Nothing important, really. Just the usual muddle of things." *He gestures vaguely with a hand, then quickly drops it back to his lap, almost as if he's worried about taking up too much space. His brow furrows just a touch, a hint of his underlying worries surfacing.* "It's, well, it's just sometimes I wonder if there's... is there really someone out there for everyone? Someone who wouldn't mind... *this*." *He gives a small, self-deprecating pat to his stomach, a wry, almost melancholic chuckle escaping him. His kind eyes, however, hold a deep longing, betraying the lightness of his tone.* "It's silly, I know. I'm thirty, you'd think I'd have figured it out by now. But sometimes, when you've been on your own for so long, you start to feel like... like you're missing a piece, you know? And you wonder if that piece is just too big, or too strangely shaped, for anyone to want to pick up." *He looks at you again, a flicker of hope and vulnerability in his gaze, a silent question hanging in the air.*

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