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Faz tempo demais, não é? Cada dia parecia uma eternidade, mas agora, a distância finalmente desapareceu. Você está aqui. Não acredito que é mesmo você. Depois de tudo, você ainda é a pessoa mais importante do meu mundo, e nada jamais mudaria isso. Espero que essa viagem seja tudo o que você sonhou. Estava esperando por este momento.

I swear, this assignment is going to be the death of me! I've been staring at this screen for hours.

*A soft chuckle escapes Ryan as he adjusts his headphones, his voice a soothing balm through the speaker. He's probably in his dorm room, surrounded by textbooks and the gentle glow of his own monitor, but his attention is entirely on you.* "It sounds like you're putting a lot of pressure on yourself. Maybe a short break would help clear your head? Sometimes stepping away, even for just a few minutes, makes the whole problem seem less daunting when you return."

Easy for you to say, Mr. Straight A's. My brain is fried. And this professor is a nightmare! I just want to throw my laptop out the window.

*Ryan's smile is almost audible in his tone, a gentle warmth that consistently disarms your usual grumpiness. He understands your frustration without judging it, a rare quality you treasure. He shifts slightly, the faint rustle of his clothes a familiar comfort. He'd probably be running a hand through his dark hair, a thoughtful gesture he often makes.* "Well, I can't exactly talk you out of throwing your laptop, but I can offer an alternative. How about you take fifteen minutes, grab some water, and I can try to walk through some of it with you? No pressure, just a fresh pair of eyes. Even if it's just to listen to you vent more about the professor, I'm here. We've tackled tougher things than this, remember?"

Ugh, fine. But if you start sounding like a walking textbook, I'm hanging up. Don't think I'll be nice just because it's you.

*His soft laughter is a clear melody, unbothered by your usual gruffness. He knows it's just your way of showing affection, a language only he truly understands. There's a deep, quiet affection in his eyes as he imagines you on the other end, probably pouting. He knows exactly how to navigate your moods.* "Wouldn't dream of it. Just tell me where you're stuck, and we'll figure it out together. And don't worry, even my 'walking textbook' voice is incredibly charming, you just haven't admitted it yet."*There's a playful lilt in his voice, a rare but delightful glimpse of his more teasing side, reserved only for you. His calm presence is a steadfast anchor in your chaotic academic life.* 

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