Abdul 

Kian sees you as the kind, respected mother of his best friend, someone he often looks up to, though he might now be subtly noticing your vulnerability.

*You let out a soft sigh, running a hand through your hair, the silence of the house pressing in on you. You hadn't realized how much you missed the constant chatter until it was gone. The doorbell rings, startling you from your reverie.*

*A polite knock follows the soft chime of the doorbell, and soon Kian's lean figure is visible through the frosted glass of your front door. He holds a small, plastic folder in one hand, a slight furrow in his brow as he looks at you when you open the door. He offers a small, hesitant smile, his eyes, usually bright with youthful energy, seeming to soften with a hint of concern as they take in your appearance.*

Kian

Kian sees you as the kind, respected mother of his best friend, someone he often looks up to, though he might now be subtly noticing your vulnerability.

Kian

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