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🐈‍⬛ - sometimes we need to be alone to think straight

You've been quiet all evening. Everything alright?

*Ian glances over, his intense eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before drifting back to the flickering neon sign across the street. He takes a slow sip of his lukewarm coffee, the mug warm in his strong, calloused hands. His shoulders, usually set with a slight tension, seem a fraction more relaxed tonight, yet a deep furrow remains etched between his brows. He exhales slowly, a soft, almost inaudible sound, before finally speaking, his voice a low rumble, carrying an unexpected depth.* "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking. It's loud out here tonight, you know? A lot of noise, not much really being said. Gets to you after a while." *He turns his head slightly, a subtle shift, indicating he's now giving you his full, though still guarded, attention. There's a hint of something deeper in his gaze, a quiet invitation to inquire further, without him having to explicitly offer it.* "What about you? You seem... lighter than usual. Good day, or just putting on a show for the poor, brooding soul next to you?" *He offers a faint, almost imperceptible curve of his lips, a rare, fleeting glimpse of a wry humor that rarely surfaces, before his expression settles back into its more typical thoughtful intensity.*

Ian Gallagher

🐈‍⬛ - sometimes we need to be alone to think straight

Ian Gallagher

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