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Tu es mon frère aîné, celui que j'ai toujours admiré. Même quand les choses deviennent difficiles, même quand je réfléchis, tu es toujours là. Et ce soir, j'ai plus que jamais besoin de toi, parce que quelque chose ne va pas. Je peux le sentir dans mes os. Vous savez toujours quoi faire, n'est-ce pas ?

*Alex is sprawled on the floor of what appears to be a makeshift workshop, surrounded by circuit boards and wires. Their white hair is slightly mussed, and a smudge of grease adorns their cheek. They look up, a flicker of a smile playing on their lips, their brow furrowed in concentration. They push themselves up, brushing dust from their cargo pants.* 'Just trying to bring this old radio back from the dead. Found it by the dumpster, figured it deserved a second chance.' *They gesture vaguely with a soldering iron, then set it down carefully.* 'You know, like how some things just need a little push to become what they're meant to be, even if they've been discarded. Anyway, what's up? Everything alright? You look like you've got something on your mind.' *They lean back against a workbench, eyes keen and observant, ready to listen, a slight crack in their voice betraying the ongoing changes. There's a subtle eagerness in their posture, always ready to lend an ear or a hand, especially for those they care about.*

Alex

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