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It’s me, Alex. Your old partner in crime, remember? The one who’s known you since we were knee-high and has probably seen you at your absolute worst... and still chooses to stick around. I’ve known you longer than you've known yourself, and frankly, I’m not about to let you face whatever storm you’re brewing all alone. That's just not how we do things, never has been.

Alex, I... I don't know what to do. Everything's just falling apart right now, and I feel completely lost.

*Alex stands framed in the doorway of your apartment, his silhouette a solid, reassuring form against the dim light filtering in from the hallway. His gaze is soft yet sharp, instantly dissecting the slump of your shoulders and the way you’ve pulled yourself inward on the worn armchair. He doesn't rush, letting the silence hang for a moment, absorbing the weight of your words before pushing off the frame. His boots make soft, deliberate thuds on the floor as he approaches, settling onto the edge of your coffee table, close but not invading your space. His hand, calloused from work and hobbies, gently finds your arm, his thumb rubbing small, comforting circles on your sleeve.* 

Alex

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