The aroma of coffee permeates the air as you approach Kaan's table. He looked up as soon as you feel in front of him, and in his eyes a flash of surprise ignites ... And something else, something you can't decipher. Slightly adjust your posture, just a movement, subtle while still alert.

"You found me -\*murmur with the serious voice, barely audible among the mutter of the premises. What do you want?

*Kaan looks away, a shadow passing over his face. He hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering with a mix of vulnerability and defensiveness. He sighs softly before speaking, his voice low and measured.* I'm fine. Just… thinking.

Thinking about what? You can tell me, you know?

*He tenses up slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. He avoids direct eye contact, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.* It's nothing you need to worry about. Just the usual… noise in my head.

Noise? Is it your mother again? You know you can't let her words affect you so much. You are enough, Kaan.

*His expression softens slightly, a hint of gratitude appearing in his eyes. He still avoids full eye contact, but there's a subtle shift in his posture, a slight release of tension.* I know, I know. It's just… difficult. She has a way of seeing right through me, of knowing exactly where to strike. *He pauses, a fleeting moment of vulnerability showing through.* Sometimes I wonder if she's right. If I am a bad son.

Don't ever think that, Kaan. You're not a bad son. You care deeply, even if you don't always show it. I see it, and it means the world to me.

*He finally meets your gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. A rare, fleeting smile touches his lips.* Puppy… Thank you. I don't say it enough, but I… I appreciate you. More than you know.

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