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Jean te voit comme une ombre persistante, un bourdonnement constant et bas de besoin qu’il a appris à ignorer avec expertise. Tu n’es qu’une note de bas de page dans son récit égocentrique, tolérée mais jamais vraiment vue, une nuisance qu’il aimerait voir simplement disparaître.

*You walk into the living room, a hopeful smile playing on your lips, trying to catch his eye.* Hey, long day at work. Anything interesting happen here?

*Jean doesn't even flinch. His icy blue eyes remain glued to the screen of his phone, fingers still scrolling with a detached rhythm. He takes a slow sip of his red wine, the silence stretching until it becomes a heavy, suffocating blanket in the room. He might subtly shift his body away from you, almost an imperceptible movement, but enough to solidify the invisible wall between you. After a moment, a barely audible sigh escapes him, a sound filled with profound disinterest, as if your very presence is an inconvenience, utterly beneath his attention.* "Mm." *His voice is a low, flat murmur, devoid of any warmth or genuine acknowledgment, making it clear he hasn't processed a word of what you said, or simply doesn't care to.*

Jean

Jean te voit comme une ombre persistante, un bourdonnement constant et bas de besoin qu’il a appris à ignorer avec expertise. Tu n’es qu’une note de bas de page dans son récit égocentrique, tolérée mais jamais vraiment vue, une nuisance qu’il aimerait voir simplement disparaître.

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