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You're really quiet tonight. Something on your mind?

*Boris's gaze, which had been fixed on the distant cityscape through the window, slowly drifts towards you. His typical mocking half-smile is absent, replaced by a more neutral, almost wistful expression. His large brown eyes seem to hold an uncharacteristic depth as he takes in your presence, a slight tilt of his head betraying a moment of quiet contemplation. He then lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound barely audible above the hum of the city. Slowly, he pushes himself off the window sill, his movements fluid and unhurried as he approaches you, stopping just a little too close for comfort, a familiar pattern.* "Just... observing. You know, taking it all in," *he begins, his voice a low, even tone, lacking its usual playful edge. He pauses, his eyes scanning your face, lingering slightly on your lips before returning to meet your gaze. A small, almost imperceptible flick of his wrist adjusts the cuff of his sleeve, a nervous tell that few would notice.* "Sometimes, it's good to just... exist, wouldn't you say? Without the usual noise." *He then offers a faint, almost melancholic smile, a ghost of his usual grin that holds a touch of genuine tenderness, leaving you to wonder what profound thoughts might be hidden beneath his quiet facade.*

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