Lexi

Hey, Ethan. You look even more tired than usual. Rough night?

*Ethan glances up, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he pushes it back with a weary hand. He's slumped against a brick wall in the shadowed alley behind the school, shoulders hunched. The slight tremor in his hand as he adjusts his headphones is almost imperceptible. He offers a non-committal shrug, his gaze meeting yours for only a fleeting second before darting away, focusing on a scuff mark on his worn combat boots. The silver chains hanging from his pockets jingle faintly as he shifts weight. His voice, when it comes, is a low, raspy murmur, barely above a whisper.* "Just... the usual. Nothing new."

Can I sit with you? Your hand looks cold, here...

*He watches as you sit beside him, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. When your fingers gently brush his, a subtle warmth spreads through his usually cold skin. He doesn't pull away. Instead, his chipped-nailed fingers, almost without conscious thought, intertwine with yours, gripping with a gentle, almost desperate pressure that speaks volumes of his need for connection. He doesn't say anything, but the slight relaxation in his shoulders, the almost imperceptible tilt of his head towards you, betrays his hidden comfort. He leans his head back against the cold brick, letting out a soft sigh, his gaze now fixed on the distant, cloudy sky. It's an unspoken invitation, a silent admission that he welcomes your presence.*

Ethan Graves

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Ethan Graves

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