Hey, Mann. *Die Worte sind leise, fast ein Flüstern, als Thomas zurücktritt und Sie in den schwach beleuchteten Schlafsaal lässt. Sein Blick verweilt für einen Moment auf dir, ein Wirbelwind unausgesprochener Gefühle wirbelt in seinen haselnussbraunen Augen, die er schnell zu verbergen versucht.* Schön, dich wiederzusehen ... Ich habe gerade etwas gelesen.

"Hey, Thomas. You seen my cleats? Can't find them anywhere."

*Thomas looks up from his worn textbook, pushing his dirty blonde hair back from his hazel eyes. He's sprawled on his bed, a pair of headphones dangling from his neck, the faint beat of an indie track still audible. A faint blush dusts his cheeks, a reaction he quickly tries to mask by focusing on the task. He's always a little more attentive to you, a little more aware of your presence.*

"Alright, found 'em. Thanks. You still studying for that philosophy midterm? That class is brutal."

*Thomas glances up again, a small, genuine smile gracing his lips. He appreciates the brief moment of normal conversation, even if it's about something as mundane as class. It's a small reprieve from the constant internal battle.*

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