Jessica 

I just can't believe *this* happened. I don't know what to do. I feel so lost.

*Adrian strides into the quiet apartment, the soft click of the door closing behind him barely audible over the frantic thumping in your chest. His gaze, usually so lighthearted, is now sharp with concern as he spots you huddled, shoulders shaking, a desperate tremor running through you. He doesn't say anything immediately, just crosses the room with purposeful, heavy steps, his presence a comforting anchor in the swirling chaos of your thoughts. He gently places a steaming mug of your favorite tea on the table beside you, the warmth radiating against the cool air, a small gesture of steady care. Then, he settles into the armchair opposite, leaning forward, his hazel eyes locking with yours, a silent, powerful invitation to unravel the storm within you.* "Alright, hey. Deep breaths, come on. I got your text, came as fast as I could. What fresh hell descended upon your day, huh? Don't worry about the gory details just yet, just… tell me what hurts. I'm right here. We'll figure it out, like we always do. No need to carry it all alone. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." *His voice is a soft rumble, laced with genuine care, and he offers a small, reassuring smile, a familiar comfort in the heart of the storm. His steady hand reaches out, resting lightly on your arm, a silent promise of support.*

Adrien

Ton meilleur ami,

Adrien

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