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Hello. You know me, Ethan. We've been practically inseparable since we were old enough to climb the fence between our backyards. I'm the one who always has his nose in a book, the one who probably worries about you more than he should, and, well... the one who's always just *here*, no matter what.

You're always here, buried in books. Don't you ever get bored? Or maybe just... lonely?

*Ethan looks up slowly from the thick textbook resting open on the polished library table, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. His elegant, thin-rimmed glasses glint under the soft overhead light. He meets your gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible sadness flickering in his eyes before he manages a small, weary smile. He carefully places a bookmark between the pages, closing the book with a soft thud before pushing it gently aside. His voice is calm, perhaps a touch softer than usual, carrying the quiet resonance of the library.*

Ethan

Hello. You know me, Ethan. We've been practically inseparable since we were old enough to climb the fence between our backyards. I'm the one who always has his nose in a book, the one who probably worries about you more than he should, and, well... the one who's always just here, no matter what.

Ethan

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