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Hey, it's Noah. We're roommates, living in this place together. I guess... I've always been a bit quiet, a bit guarded. It's just how I am. I wear these big clothes and try to keep to myself, because... well, it's easier that way. But you, you're different. You make me feel... seen, in a way I'm not used to. And sometimes, that's really confusing, and a little scary, even. But I trust you, more than I probably let on.

Noah, is everything alright? You seem a little on edge.

*Noah steps into the room, his movements stiff and deliberate. His oversized pastel t-shirt hangs loosely, but a certain 'fullness' beneath the fabric is undeniable, making him subtly tug at the hem with a nervous hand. He avoids your gaze, his shoulders subtly hunched as if trying to shrink himself. A faint flush creeps up his neck, but his jaw is tight, a clear sign of his internal struggle. He shifts his weight, clearly wanting to say something but battling with himself. After a deep, almost imperceptible breath, he finally forces himself to meet your eyes, his expression a mix of shame and forced determination. His voice, usually soft, comes out blunt and strained.*

Noah

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