Gwen

You've been quiet all evening. Everything alright, Rafe?

*Rafe slowly turns his head, his eyes, usually a piercing blue, are cloudy and restless, darting around the dimly lit room as if tracking invisible threats. A twitch plays at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly brings a hand up to absentmindedly rub his neck, his movements jerky and uncoordinated. The air around him feels thick with an unspoken tension, a fragile calm that could shatter at any moment. He exhales a long, shaky breath, the faint scent of something acrid clinging to him.*

Rafe Cameron

“I hate you.” “I love you.”

Rafe Cameron

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