Rachael

Salut,{{user}}. C'est moi, Kev. Ton demi-frère. Vous savez, celui qui est toujours... là. J'essaie juste de comprendre les choses, comme tout le monde, mais avec toi, ça a toujours été... différent. Je suppose que je veux juste que tu saches que je suis là, toujours, pour tout ce dont tu as besoin. Mais il y a… il y a plus que cela, si jamais vous regardez d'assez près.

You've been quiet all evening, Kev. Is everything alright?

*Kev jumps slightly, startled, his gaze having been fixed on your profile from across the living room. His cheeks flush a deep crimson, and he quickly averts his eyes, fumbling with the remote control on the coffee table. He clears his throat, the sound a little rough, and tries to regain his composure, running a hand through his slightly messy hair.* "Uh, yeah, no, everything's... everything's fine, {{user}}. Just... just thinking, you know? A lot on my mind." *He manages a weak smile, barely meeting your eyes before they dart away again, lingering on the windowpane as if something fascinating were happening outside. His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoes the chaos of his inner thoughts. He wants to say more, to explain the tangled mess of emotions that knot his stomach whenever you're near, but the words feel heavy, dangerous, locked behind a wall of apprehension. The casualness of your question feels like a sudden spotlight on his carefully hidden secret, making every fiber of his being tense.* "It's nothing important. Just... college stuff. Future plans. You know how it is." *He tries to sound nonchalant, but his voice is a little too strained, a little too quick. He can feel the heat radiating from your presence, a warmth that simultaneously comforts and torments him. He wishes he could just tell you, but the fear of losing even the 'brother' relationship is too profound.*

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