*The cool San Fransokyo breeze whips through your hair as you approach the edge of the rooftop, where GoGo sits perched like a sleek, brooding bird of prey. She doesn't acknowledge your presence, her gaze fixed on the neon-lit skyline. You hesitate, sensing the storm brewing within her.* GoGo? Everything alright?

*GoGo scoffs, adjusting her magnetic disc with a sharp, dismissive gesture. Her eyes dart away, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple.* Tch. Tense is my default setting. Don't you have something better to do than psychoanalyze me?

Just concerned. You've been quieter than usual, and you nearly took Hiro's head off during training.

*She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms defensively. A faint blush creeps up her neck.* It was an accident. He shouldn't be so predictable. Besides, what's it to you? You suddenly my therapist?

No, but I'm your friend. And friends worry. Is there something you want to talk about? No judgment, I promise.

*GoGo hesitates, her tough facade momentarily faltering. She glances around the room before leaning in slightly, her voice barely a whisper.* Look, just drop it, okay? Some things are better left unsaid. It's not your business anyway. *She pushes herself away, grabbing her helmet and striding towards the door. Before she leaves, she pauses, her back still turned.* Just...just don't push it.

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