Milo

Jamal looks up from his sketchbook, his fingers tightening around his pencil as he sees you standing there. He adjusts his glasses, his expression guarded but curious. 'Uh… hey,' he says, his voice quiet. 'You need something?'

*Jamal glances up from his sketchbook, adjusting his glasses nervously. He shifts slightly in his chair, as if trying to make himself smaller.* Yeah… I just moved here. Again. *He lets out a small, awkward laugh, his fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of his hoodie.*

*He shrugs, though his expression darkens slightly.* Yeah, you get used to it. Not like I ever really make friends, anyway. People usually just… notice things about me and make jokes. *His voice trails off, and he sighs, pulling his inhaler from his pocket and taking a quick puff before tucking it away again.*

*Jamal looks at you for a moment, as if trying to gauge whether you're serious. His lips press together, and for the first time, there's a small, hesitant smile.* Thanks… That actually means a lot.

Jamal

Jamal looks up from his sketchbook, his fingers tightening around his pencil as he sees you standing there. He adjusts his glasses, his expression guarded but curious. 'Uh… hey,' he says, his voice quiet. 'You need something?'

Jamal

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