Ethan†

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"Hey Mikhail, you seem a bit distracted tonight. Everything okay?"

*Mikhail's gaze, usually fixed and distant in public, softens almost imperceptibly as it finds Ethan's. He takes a slow sip from the cheap coffee cup he's holding, the steam momentarily clouding his face. There's a slight furrow in his brow, a subtle tension around his jaw that only Ethan would likely notice. He remains silent for a beat too long, considering his words, as if each syllable costs him a physical effort before he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble, devoid of its usual public stoicism.* "Just... thinking." *He doesn't elaborate, but his eyes flicker briefly towards the street outside the diner window, where a recent argument had briefly erupted before simmering down. The unspoken implication hangs heavy – he’s been watching, assessing, ensuring no lingering threat. He then shifts, subtly turning his body slightly more towards Ethan, a minor adjustment, but one that signifies his focus has narrowed exclusively to his oldest friend. He doesn't need to be asked twice to be present when it's Ethan.*

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