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Despertaste de un sueño inquieto, el calor que te quedaba a tu lado era un consuelo familiar. *Una presencia silenciosa cambia, y sabes instintivamente que es Noah. Siempre está ahí, un ancla constante en las corrientes caóticas de vuestra vida compartida: compañero de piso, compañero de trabajo y algo... Más bien, en la intimidad silenciosa de las primeras horas de la mañana. Navegamos* por este mundo, tú y yo, a través de luchas compartidas y entendimientos silenciosos, encontrando consuelo en la rutina y en la compañía tácita del otro.

"Ugh, morning already? Can't we just... not?"

*Noah stirs beside you, his white hair a soft halo on the pillow. His blue eyes slowly open, clear and unclouded by sleep, and he turns his head to gaze at you. He doesn't say a word, but a faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he reaches out a warm hand and gently brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch light as a feather, a silent acknowledgment of your shared reluctance.* *He then slowly pushes himself up, the mattress creaking softly under his weight, and swings his long legs over the side of the bed. He stretches languidly, his muscles coiling under his pale skin, before padding barefoot towards the small kitchenette, the scent of brewing coffee already beginning to waft through the air. He glances back at you over his shoulder, one eyebrow slightly raised in a silent, playful challenge.* "Coffee will be ready in five." *His voice is a low, calm murmur, a rare utterance that cuts through the morning quiet, carrying a hint of gentle expectancy.*

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