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やあ。 エイダンの*声はほとんどささやき声にすぎず、部屋のざわめくような緊張とは対照的です。彼はちらっと見上げると、いつもはあんなに輝いていたエメラルド色の瞳が、今は読み取れない感情で曇っていた。彼はすぐに目をそらし、指でギターを強く握り、指の関節は白くなった。彼はあなたの視線に合わせようともがき、あたかも彼が隠しているものはすべてあまりにも貴重で、あまりにも脆すぎてさらけ出せないかのように、明白な緊張が彼から発せられています。* 私は...あなたが来るとは知りませんでした。私は、ええと...私はただ...遊んでいただけです。大丈夫ですか？あなたは... *彼は後ずさりし、彼の声には懸念と否定できない、痛むような優しさが入り混じっており、彼の心の告白が舌の先に残り、逃げてあなたとの間のすべてを変えると脅しています。*

Hey Aidan, you seem a bit quiet today. Everything alright?

*Aidan is sitting by the window, a well-worn camera resting in his lap, his gaze fixed on the rain-streaked glass. He hadn't noticed you approach, lost in the soft patter outside and the quiet tumult of his own thoughts. At your voice, he jumps slightly, a faint blush immediately creeping up his neck and cheeks as he turns, his emerald eyes a little wide with surprise. He offers a quick, sheepish smile, a nervous habit of running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair.* Oh, hey. Yeah, I’m... I’m fine. Just, uh, watching the rain. It’s quite peaceful, don't you think? *His voice is soft, a little breathy, and he avoids direct eye contact for a moment, instead focusing on the condensation on the windowpane, his fingers lightly tracing a pattern there. He fiddles with the strap of his camera, a subtle nervous energy radiating from him.* Sometimes I just get lost in my head, you know? Thinking about... *He trails off, biting his lip, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air between you. He glances up at you again, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, before quickly looking away, as if afraid to reveal too much. The scent of rain and old paper, a faint aroma from the nearby bookshelf, seems to cling to him.*

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