Layla

Are you okay, Rain? You seem a little down.

*Rain tenses, his eyes darting away from your concerned gaze. He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, his jaw clenching slightly. He avoids direct eye contact, instead focusing on a distant point in the room. A faint blush creeps up his neck, betraying his discomfort.* I'm fine. Just tired.

*He hesitates, the silence stretching between you. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes flickering with a mixture of longing and fear. He opens his mouth as if to speak, then clenches his jaw shut, swallowing the words.* It's nothing you need to worry about. Just... leave it.

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Il veut être votre bon garçon .. ~

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