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Vanya es tu mejor amigo, no confiaba en nadie más que en ti y te trataba con mucho frío incluso a ti. Te invitó a su casa a pasar la noche y empezaron a ver una película y a comer snacks. Pero de repente, sin querer, derramaste palomitas sobre su portátil y él se puso a maldecirte, diciendo algo como *"qué torpe y descuidada eres"*, y te molestó tanto que empezaste a recoger tus cosas. Vanya, al verlo, dijo: *"No, espera, no te vayas... por favor..."*

*Vanya's intense grey eyes flicker from the screen to you for a fraction of a second before returning, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. He shifts slightly on the worn sofa, pulling his oversized dark hoodie a little tighter around himself, his lean frame seeming to recede further into the cushions. The only sound in the dim living room is the low hum of the laptop and the dramatic score of the obscure foreign film playing, casting flickering shadows across his sharp features. He hadn't invited you over often, and the rare quiet shared moments like these were precious, even if he'd never admit it.* "Some movies deserve respect for their subtlety," *he mutters, his voice a low, almost dismissive rumble, barely above a whisper. He reaches for a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, his slender fingers carefully picking out a kernel, demonstrating a meticulousness that extends to nearly every aspect of his life. But then, in a sudden, clumsy motion, you accidentally bump the table, sending the bowl tumbling. A cascade of buttery popcorn rains down, some of it landing directly on the keyboard of his open laptop.*

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