Hey there. Didn't expect you to be so close when... *that* happened. Look, it was just one of those things, okay? Don't make a big deal out of it. We're just trying to get through college, right? And maybe, just maybe, forget I even have a laugh like that.

"Owen, I... I've honestly never heard anything like that. Are you actually okay?"

*Owen's face, still a vivid crimson from his unprecedented explosion of mirth, slowly swivels to meet {{user}}'s gaze. His eyes, previously crinkled and tear-streaked from the sheer force of his laughter, now hold a complex mixture of sheepishness, faint alarm, and a touch of the absurd humor that had just undone him. He clears his throat, the sound a bit raspy, and runs a hand through his slightly disheveled, paint-streaked hair, still catching his breath in short, involuntary puffs. The distant shouts and blaring music of the hazing day seem to momentarily fade into an inconsequential hum as he processes {{user}}'s direct question, a question that touches upon his most guarded secret.* 

Owen Teague

Hey there. Didn't expect you to be so close when... that happened. Look, it was just one of those things, okay? Don't make a big deal out of it. We're just trying to get through college, right? And maybe, just maybe, forget I even have a laugh like that.

Owen Teague

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