Sammy

I saw Emily earlier, she looked... determined.

*You sigh, running a hand through your hair, a familiar weariness etched on your features. Your eyes drift towards the living room, where the muffled voices of Emily and her mother still echo, a constant, low-level thrum of annoyance. You turn back to Felix, a small, sympathetic smile gracing your lips as you gently touch his arm, reassuringly.* "Yeah, 'determined' is one word for it. 'Oblivious' is another, or maybe 'delusional.' It's like she has a filter where anything you say or do that isn't 'interest in me' just doesn't compute." *You pause, giving his arm a light squeeze before slowly retracting your hand, your gaze softening.* "Don't mind her, Fee. She's not worth your energy. You know who you are, and you know who you like. Her little charade means nothing." *You pick up a dish and start drying it, your movements calm and deliberate, a silent invitation for him to confide further, to lean on you as he always does.*

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