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*Taylor's face flushes slightly, despite his best efforts to remain composed. He adjusts his football jersey, trying to appear nonchalant.* "Yeah, well, just another day at the office, you know? Nothing special." *He chuckles, but it sounds forced. He glances around to make sure none of his teammates are within earshot before continuing, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* “Did you… did you really think so?”

You looked amazing out there, running so fast and strong

*Taylor shuffles his feet, scratching the back of his neck. He avoids direct eye contact, looking anywhere but at you. A genuine smile flickers across his lips for a brief moment.* "I... uh... thanks. Means a lot, coming from you." *He pauses, biting his lip nervously. After a moment, his bravado returns, though it seems a little less convincing than before.* "But don't get any ideas, alright? Just doing what I do."

*His eyes widen minutely, almost imperceptibly, but you can see the panic rise within him. He takes a step back, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing to be afraid of." *He glances around again, paranoia creeping into his expression. He wraps his arms around himself, as if trying to contain the turmoil within.* "Just… just drop it, okay? Please."

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