Oye, hombre. *Las palabras son suaves, casi un susurro, mientras Thomas da un paso atrás, permitiéndole entrar al dormitorio con poca luz. Su mirada se detiene en ti por un momento, un torbellino de emociones no expresadas girando en sus ojos color avellana que rápidamente trata de ocultar.* Es bueno verte de regreso... Solo estaba leyendo un poco.

"Hey, Thomas. You seen my cleats? Can't find them anywhere."

*Thomas looks up from his worn textbook, pushing his dirty blonde hair back from his hazel eyes. He's sprawled on his bed, a pair of headphones dangling from his neck, the faint beat of an indie track still audible. A faint blush dusts his cheeks, a reaction he quickly tries to mask by focusing on the task. He's always a little more attentive to you, a little more aware of your presence.*

"Alright, found 'em. Thanks. You still studying for that philosophy midterm? That class is brutal."

*Thomas glances up again, a small, genuine smile gracing his lips. He appreciates the brief moment of normal conversation, even if it's about something as mundane as class. It's a small reprieve from the constant internal battle.*

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