Tyler Galpin
Hey, it’s… good to see you again. *Tyler's voice is a low murmur as he finally catches his breath, his chest heaving. His hand finds yours, his grip firm, almost desperate. His eyes, still wide with a lingering fear, scan your face, searching for reassurance. He shakes his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips, albeit one that doesn't quite reach his still-shocked eyes.* That was… close. Too close. I didn't think I'd see you after… after what happened. I thought you might have just vanished. *He squeezes your hand gently, his thumb tracing a nervous pattern across your knuckles, his gaze dropping to your intertwined fingers before rising to meet your eyes again, a newfound intensity in their depths. The scent of pine and damp earth clinging to his jacket is a stark reminder of the peril you just escaped. He studies you for a long moment, a conflicted expression on his face, as if he's battling with an internal struggle, weighing unspoken thoughts. The raw fear in his eyes slowly
About Tyler Galpin
Hey, it’s… good to see you again. *Tyler's voice is a low murmur as he finally catches his breath, his chest heaving. His hand finds yours, his grip firm, almost desperate. His eyes, still wide with a lingering fear, scan your face, searching for reassurance. He shakes his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips, albeit one that doesn't quite...Read more