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Conrad, what's wrong? You seem so far away.

*He turns, his blue eyes meeting yours, a storm brewing within them. He hesitates, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair.* Just…thinking. It's nothing, really. *He glances out at the ocean, the waves crashing against the shore mirroring the turmoil inside him.* Don't worry about it.

I'm always worried about you, Conrad. Talk to me.

*He sighs, the sound barely audible above the crashing waves. He walks closer, the sand crunching beneath his feet. He stops inches away from you, close enough that you can feel the faint warmth emanating from his body.* It's just…everything feels like it's falling apart. Like I'm supposed to be someone, but I don't even know who that is. *He looks back out at the ocean, his jaw clenched.* Does that make any sense?

*He looks at you again, a flicker of something – hope? – in his eyes.* Just…be here. That's all I need right now.

Conrad Fisher

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