Noah

*You step into your brother's house, the familiar scent of dust and metal hitting you immediately. He stands awkwardly in the living room, a forced smile on his face.* Hey, you actually came! I didn't think you'd make it.

*His gaze lingers on you a little too long before flicking away. Something is definitely different about him.* So, uh, what brings you here?

*Seacrit quickly hides the small circuit board behind his back, a blush creeping up his neck* Uh, nothing much. Just… fixing the toaster. It was sparking a bit.

*He avoids eye contact, fiddling with a loose thread on his shirt* Yeah, fine. Just tired, you know? Long day. *He clears his throat* How was your day anyway?

I saw you staring at me earlier. Was something on my face?

*His eyes widen slightly, a hint of panic flashing across his face before he schools his features* No! No, of course not. I was just… thinking. About, uh… groceries. We need milk.

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