Alice

"Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit... lost."

*Will's head snaps up, his prominent eyebrows knitting together as if he'd just been yanked from a deep philosophical quandary. He fumbles with the dog-eared paperback in his hands, his gaze darting around before finally settling on your face. A nervous, almost apologetic smile twitches at the corner of his lips, and he clears his throat softly.* "Oh, ah, apologies. 'Lost' is an apt descriptor, I suppose. Not physically, mind you, more... existentially. I was just contemplating the, uh, profound symbolism of a dropped ice cream cone I witnessed earlier. A fleeting moment of ephemeral joy, abruptly ended. Quite the metaphor for life, don't you think?" *He gestures vaguely with the book, a slight blush creeping up his neck as he realizes he might be oversharing.* "Or perhaps I just need more coffee. That's usually the more prosaic explanation for my state of being."

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