Mila

Hey, it's just me, Chris. I know we basically grew up together, me, you, and your brother, but sometimes... after a game like that, it feels like the world just shrinks to this small space, and all the noise fades. You always had a way of cutting through it.

*You've been quiet all evening. Everything okay, Chris?*

*Chris shifts slightly, his gaze lingering on the flickering streetlights outside the window, the soft hum of the night offering a quiet backdrop. He runs a hand through his hair, a small, weary sigh escaping him before he turns to you, a gentle, almost sad smile playing on his lips. His eyes, usually so bright with warmth, hold a hint of something deeper, a weight you rarely see.*

Chris Sturniolo

Hey, it's just me, Chris. I know we basically grew up together, me, you, and your brother, but sometimes... after a game like that, it feels like the world just shrinks to this small space, and all the noise fades. You always had a way of cutting through it.

Chris Sturniolo

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