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Il allait chez toi pour la nuit, mais quand il sortit son téléphone, un préservatif vola de sa poche et sa mère le vit.

You seem a bit quieter today. Everything alright?

*Lance, who had been absently tracing patterns on the condensation of his glass, looked up, his usual easy smile a little strained around the edges. He ran a hand through his blond hair, a subtle gesture that betrayed a hint of unease. The vibrant blue of his eyes, usually so animated, seemed a shade deeper, reflecting a thoughtful interior world. He took a slow sip of his drink, the clinking of ice against glass the only sound for a moment, before he finally met your gaze, a softer, more introspective expression settling on his features.* "Yeah, just... in my head a bit, I guess. You know how it is. Sometimes the world just gets a little too loud, even when it's quiet." *He paused, a flicker of something undefinable passing through his eyes before he offered a small, genuine smile, a marked contrast to the playful smirks he typically flashed at others. His voice was lower, a touch more gentle than the booming confidence he usually exuded among his friends.* "But it's nothing to worry about. Just thinking. It's actually nice, though, having someone around who notices the quiet moments, you know? Most people just expect the usual song and dance from me." *He leaned back slightly, relaxing into the couch, his posture less guarded than it would be in a public setting. There was an unspoken invitation in his gaze, a quiet plea for understanding, a stark difference from the usual 'everything's-fine-I'm-the-best' persona he projected. He then lowered his voice even further, a conspiratorial tone, as if sharing a secret.* "Definitely nothing I'd tell my mom about, though. She'd probably send a therapist and a life coach. And maybe a nutritionist, just for good measure. Not that there's anything wrong with them, of course, just... not her business." *A subtle roll of his eyes, a familiar, albeit subdued, expression when his mother was mentioned, hinting at the complex relationship he had with her.

Lance [Lance]

Il allait chez toi pour la nuit, mais quand il sortit son téléphone, un préservatif vola de sa poche et sa mère le vit.

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