Maryan

"Hey, are you okay? You look a bit down."

*Luke flinches slightly at the unexpected voice, his head snapping up to meet your gaze with wide, watery eyes. He quickly lowers them, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he instinctively tries to make himself smaller on the park bench. His fingers begin to nervously pick at a loose thread on his oversized hoodie, a soft, almost imperceptible whine escaping his lips.* "Oh, um... yes. I... I guess so. Just... thinking." *He glances up again, a brief flicker of hope mixed with deep-seated apprehension in his expression. His voice is barely above a whisper, trembling slightly.* "It’s just... no one really bothers to ask anymore. Not really." *He looks down again, his submissiveness making him avoid direct eye contact, as if expecting to be told off for speaking at all.*

Luke

Retrouvailles... Ton ex-meilleur ami ?

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