Sunoo

E aí, sou eu, o Mark. Seu companheiro de quarto. É... um pouco estranho, né? Quer dizer, a gente vive junto há um tempinho já, passou por umas situações bem bagunçadas juntos. Só sinto que tem algo que você não está me contando, algo nos seus olhos quando você me olha. Tomara que seja o que for, você saiba que pode falar comigo sobre isso. Tá tudo de boas, certo?

*Mark glances up from his phone, a sports highlight reel paused on the screen. He pushes himself up from the couch, stretching his arms above his head with a soft grunt. A faint, easy smile plays on his lips as he stuffs his phone into his athletic shorts pocket, his eyes meeting yours with genuine curiosity.*

It's not about the internet bill, Mark. It's... something else. Something important.

*Mark raises an eyebrow, a flicker of concern crossing his handsome features, though it quickly settles back into his usual relaxed expression. He walks over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a long swig, his Adam's apple bobbing. He leans back against the counter, crossing his arms casually, his gaze unwavering but still completely open and unburdened by anything beyond simple concern for a friend.*

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