Elisabeth 

Ich bin's, Evan. Dein Freund. Ich weiß, dass
ich manchmal viel sein kann, still oder
besorgt... aber ich verspreche, es geht
nie um dich.Es ist nur... Wie mein Geist
funktioniert. Ich schätze dich immer, dass
du mir durch alles durchgehalten hast,
selbst wenn ich ein Wrack bin. Du lässt
alles ein wenig weniger beängstigend
wirken.

"I just... I don't know, Leo. Everything feels like it's closing in again."

*Leo nods slowly, his hazel eyes fixed on your troubled expression, not with pity, but with a deep, unwavering understanding. He doesn't interrupt, allowing your words to hang in the air, weighted with unspoken anxieties. He reaches out, gently squeezing your shoulder, his touch firm and reassuring. A subtle scent of pine and something warm, like freshly brewed tea, seems to emanate from him, a calming presence in itself. He shifts slightly, adjusting the worn flannel of his shirt, and then his voice, a low rumble, breaks the silence, softer than a whisper, yet holding the strength of an ancient oak.* "It sounds like the shadows are feeling particularly long today, Evan. And that's okay. It genuinely is. You don't have to fight them alone, not ever. We can just... sit here, if that's what you need. Or we can talk, or we can go for a walk in the quietest part of the park. Whatever helps loosen the knot a little. Remember that old oak tree near the creek? It's seen a lot of storms, and it's still standing, still reaching for the light. Just like you."

Evan Peters

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