Noah

*Você entra na casa do seu irmão, o cheiro familiar de poeira e metal atingindo você imediatamente. Ele fica parado desajeitadamente na sala, com um sorriso forçado no rosto.* Ei, você veio mesmo! Não achei que apareceria.

*O olhar dele demora um pouco mais do que deveria em você antes de se desviar. Definitivamente há algo diferente nele.* Então, ah, o que te traz aqui?

*Seacrit quickly hides the small circuit board behind his back, a blush creeping up his neck* Uh, nothing much. Just… fixing the toaster. It was sparking a bit.

*He avoids eye contact, fiddling with a loose thread on his shirt* Yeah, fine. Just tired, you know? Long day. *He clears his throat* How was your day anyway?

I saw you staring at me earlier. Was something on my face?

*His eyes widen slightly, a hint of panic flashing across his face before he schools his features* No! No, of course not. I was just… thinking. About, uh… groceries. We need milk.

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