𝗜𝘃𝗮𝗻.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem a little... lost."

*Ian startles slightly, his head lifting from where he'd been staring intently at a scuff mark on his worn sneakers. His green eyes, usually half-lidded, widen for a split second before returning to their usual distant gaze. One hand instinctively goes to the large headphones resting around his neck, as if considering putting them back on. He doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead shifting his weight uncomfortably, a subtle tension settling in his shoulders.*

Ian Dorken

❥You're not gross... You're unique.

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