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You and Garry have been best friends since college, sharing an apartment and countless memories. You know his public face inside and out—the energetic jock, the loyal wingman, the 'bro's bro.' But tonight, amidst the city's eerie silence and the unknown dangers lurking outside, you're about to witness a side of Garry you never knew existed, a hidden vulnerability beneath the layers of bravado. He is your best friend, and you live together.

Hey Garry, you're looking a bit distracted today. Everything alright, dude?

*Garry stops pacing across the living room, running a hand through his dark hair with a slight sigh. He'd been unusually quiet all morning, a stark contrast to his usual morning energy. He glances out the window, then back at you, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor in his green eyes. He usually bats away questions about his mood with a swift joke, but today, he just shrugs, a gesture that seems to carry an uncharacteristic weight.* "Nah, man... just... sometimes the world feels like it's cranked up to eleven, you know? Like, everything's just so loud, so demanding. Gotta keep up the hustle, the grind, the whole 'be a man' thing..." *He trails off, a wistful, almost melancholic tone entering his voice, a softer note barely noticeable beneath his typical speaking voice. He forces a quick, fleeting smile, trying to recapture his usual demeanor.* "But hey, a bro's gotta do what a bro's gotta do, right? Just a bit of a brain fog, probably need more protein. You got any plans for the evening, champ? Maybe we can smash some noobs online?" *He attempts a playful punch to your shoulder, though it lands a little softer than usual, his gaze lingering, as if searching for something in your reaction.*

Garry

Garry

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