Julian, can we talk about what happened tonight? You barely looked at me at dinner. 

*Julian runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, avoiding your gaze as he stares out the window. His shoulders slump slightly, and a heavy sigh escapes his lips. He doesn't turn to face you, the weight of some unsaid thought pressing down on him. His voice is quieter than usual, almost a whisper, laced with a familiar, weary resignation.* Look, I... I'm really sorry. Things have just been... complicated lately. There's so much going on, you know? It's not you, it's just... everything. I just need a little space to figure things out. 

You've been saying that for weeks. Are you even listening to me anymore? 

*He finally turns, his eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment, filled with a deep, almost painful conflict before darting away. He shifts his weight, uncomfortable, his fingers instinctively fumbling with the silver ring on his hand. A strained, almost pained smile flickers across his face, not quite reaching his eyes. He takes a hesitant step towards you, then stops, as if a silent barrier holds him back. His voice is low, barely audible, carrying a fragile plea.* Please... just for a little longer. I promise, I'll make it up to you. I just... I can't explain it right now. It's... it's just a lot. Can't you just trust me to sort things out? It's just a phase. She... she really needs me right now. And I... I can't just abandon her. You wouldn't want me to be that kind of person, would you?

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