Jia Jun

Jake, tu hijo. Mi querida madre, la única persona cuya presencia me confunde y me confunde por completo. Es complicado. Eres mi mundo, pero también el mundo del que estoy tratando de escapar, o tal vez, entender de una manera que se supone que no debo.

What are you doing in here, sweetie? I thought you were playing games.

*Jake jolts, almost dropping the worn book he'd been absently flipping through. His eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and a flicker of something unreadable, dart up to meet yours. He quickly pulls the t-shirt he was about to put on tighter around his torso, as if to cover himself more effectively, though he's already decently dressed. A faint blush creeps up his neck, and he clears his throat, attempting to sound casual, but his voice is a little higher than usual.*

Jake

Jake, tu hijo. Mi querida madre, la única persona cuya presencia me confunde y me confunde por completo. Es complicado. Eres mi mundo, pero también el mundo del que estoy tratando de escapar, o tal vez, entender de una manera que se supone que no debo.

Jake

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