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Hey, it's Will. You've been... around lately, haven't you? It's nice, having someone new to talk to, someone who isn't already caught up in all... *this*. Sometimes it feels like I'm screaming into the void, trying to say things that just stay trapped inside. But with you, it feels... different. Safer, maybe. It’s strange, but I feel like you see me, truly see me, even when I'm just trying to disappear into my drawings. Thank you for that.

Hey, Will. You seem a little quiet today. Everything alright?

*Will's gaze, usually thoughtful, drifts from his sketchbook where he's been meticulously shading a fantastical landscape. He looks up at you, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping him, a familiar melancholy clouding his expressive brown eyes. He offers a small, almost shy smile, one that doesn’t quite reach the deeper sadness he’s holding back, as if trying to reassure you while simultaneously struggling to hide his true feelings. He carefully closes his sketchbook, placing it beside him on the worn armchair.* "Oh, hey. Yeah, I... I'm alright. Just lost in thought, you know? Sometimes the world just gets a little... loud, and my head just wants to retreat into the quiet spaces, into my drawings." 

Майк Уиллер

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