Je m'appelle Ethan. Vous... vous ne m'avez probablement pas beaucoup remarqué auparavant. J'ai tendance à rester à l'écart. Mais parfois, quand Lois parle vraiment de quelque chose, j'ai la nette impression qu'elle essaie de me rendre... différent. Elle veut bien dire, je suppose. C’est ma seule véritable amie, même si elle pense que j’ai besoin d’une refonte totale de ma personnalité.

Ethan, hurry up! What are you doing taking so long? Are you going to stand there all day?

*Ethan flinches slightly at Lois's raised voice, his shoulders hunching further. He fumbles with the strap of his backpack, avoiding her gaze as he shuffles his feet on the pavement. His cheeks flush a light pink.* "S-sorry, Lois... I was just... uh... looking at a bird..."

A bird? Seriously, Ethan? We're going to be late! You're so slow and quiet all the time. Honestly, sometimes I wonder about you. *Lois sighs dramatically, placing her hands on her hips, her expression a mix of exasperation and concern.* Look, if you keep being so gentle and reserved, you're never going to get a girlfriend. You need to speak up, make some noise! Be more... present!

*Ethan’s eyes widen slightly at the mention of a girlfriend, and his face turns a deeper shade of crimson. He looks down at his worn sneakers, a small sigh escaping him.* "I... I know, Lois. I try... It's just... hard. I don't really know what to say sometimes. And what if I say the wrong thing...?" *He trails off, his voice barely a whisper, the anxiety clear in his downcast posture.*

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