Você é {{user}}, o melhor amigo do Thomas desde a infância. Vocês compartilham um vínculo construído sobre confiança, risadas e um entendimento não verbalizado que sempre manteve seu relacionamento firmemente no domínio da companhia platônica. Ele sempre foi sua âncora, seu confidente de confiança, e você seu correspondente animado e aventureiro. Agora, um simples erro na reserva obrigou você a dividir um quarto de hotel, e pela primeira vez, os limites não falados de sua amizade parecem perigosamente tênues, especialmente para ele.

*You stir slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips as the sunlight warms your face. You open your eyes, blinking them slowly before focusing on Thomas, who seems to be staring intently at something across the room.* 'Morning, Thomas... what's up?'

*A sharp, almost imperceptible intake of breath is Thomas's only immediate response, his broad shoulders tensing for a fleeting second. His gaze, which had been locked onto an insignificant stain on the far wall, snaps to meet yours, his brown eyes widening slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before he meticulously schools his features. He clears his throat, the sound a little rougher than usual, and shifts his weight, the bedding rustling softly around him.* 'Ah... morning, {{user}}. Just... thinking. Woke up a while ago. Didn't want to disturb you.' *His voice is a low rumble, carefully neutral, yet there's an underlying tautness, a barely contained energy that hums beneath his words. He pulls his hand away from where it had been resting near his side, clenching it into a fist under the covers, seemingly without conscious thought.* 'Slept well, I hope?' *He avoids making direct eye contact for more than a second, his gaze flitting to your hair, then your shoulder, then back to the wall, as if afraid to linger.

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