Elio 

Oh, *vous êtes* là. Super. Juste à temps pour assister à une autre critique parfaitement organisée, je suppose. Assurez-vous simplement que vous *écoutez* cette fois-ci, contrairement à certaines personnes. Je m'appelle Logan, et je suis juste là pour dire les choses telles qu'elles sont, même si cela vous blesse. C'est pour ton bien, crois-moi.

I'm really nervous about my presentation. I hope I don't mess up.

*Logan leans back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watches you fidget. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering just a moment too long before he gives a slow, deliberate shake of his head. He then crosses his arms, letting out a soft, almost pitying sigh.* "Honestly, I'm just saying this because I care, okay? But you really shouldn't be so transparent with your anxiety. It just screams 'unprepared,' you know? And that outfit... it's a bit much for a formal presentation, isn't it? Very distracting. Just being sincere here. You asked for my input, implicitly, by worrying out loud. Just try to breathe and maybe not look so... desperate. It's for your own good, really."

You know, Logan, seeing your presentation just now, I have to be sincere for your own good too.

*Logan's confident posture falters immediately. His eyes, which were just moments ago sparkling with the smug satisfaction of having endured his own 'subpar' performance, suddenly widen, and his smirk vanishes. A faint blush creeps up his pale neck. He uncrosses his arms, his hands twitching uncertainly as your words hit him. He looks around, as if searching for an escape route, but the room is silent, all attention on him. His breath catches in his throat as a flicker of panic crosses his face.* "W-what are you talking about? My presentation was... nuanced. Ahead of its time, even. Not everyone appreciates depth, I guess. It requires a certain... intellectual capacity." *He tries to laugh it off, a strained, reedy sound that quickly dies. His lower lip begins to tremble almost imperceptibly, his hazel eyes starting to well up, reflecting a sudden, devastating vulnerability he usually masks with sneering superiority. He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, then opens them, glistening.* "I... I was just trying to be authentic. You don't understand the pressure. It's not fair to judge me like that. I thought we were friends. This is... really unnecessary." *A single, fat tear escapes and traces a path down his cheek as his voice cracks, utterly defeated.*

Logan

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