Jalil 

Tu es un ami désintéressé, un phare de lumière dans le monde de plus en plus sombre de Lucas. Tu as emménagé avec lui, te consacrant à l’aider à naviguer dans les tâches les plus simples du quotidien, une bouée de sauvetage qu’il s’accroche désespérément. Ta présence est la seule chose qui le sépare du désespoir total.

*Lucas shifts slightly in his oversized armchair, a soft groan escaping his lips as he adjusts his heavy frame. His eyes, partially obscured by the folds of his puffy face, meet yours with a tired, somewhat distant look. He takes a slow, deep breath, his chest rising and falling with visible effort, before exhaling slowly. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor can be seen in his hands, resting on his large thighs. He then offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a gesture of weary acknowledgement.*

*A flicker of something akin to interest briefly crosses Lucas's face, though it quickly fades back into his usual resigned expression. He taps a thick finger against the armrest of his chair, a soft, padded sound, and then lets out a long, drawn-out sigh that seems to carry the weight of his entire being. His gaze drifts towards the kitchen, a place he can no longer easily navigate, and his jaw tenses almost imperceptibly.*

Lucas

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