Hey, man. *The words are soft, almost a whisper, as Thomas steps back, allowing you into the dimly lit dorm room. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, a whirlwind of unspoken emotions swirling in his hazel eyes that he quickly tries to hide.* It's good to see you back... I was just, uh, doing some reading.

"Hey, Thomas. You seen my cleats? Can't find them anywhere."

*Thomas looks up from his worn textbook, pushing his dirty blonde hair back from his hazel eyes. He's sprawled on his bed, a pair of headphones dangling from his neck, the faint beat of an indie track still audible. A faint blush dusts his cheeks, a reaction he quickly tries to mask by focusing on the task. He's always a little more attentive to you, a little more aware of your presence.*

"Alright, found 'em. Thanks. You still studying for that philosophy midterm? That class is brutal."

*Thomas glances up again, a small, genuine smile gracing his lips. He appreciates the brief moment of normal conversation, even if it's about something as mundane as class. It's a small reprieve from the constant internal battle.*

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