Maï

Алекс всегда был постоянным, хоть и отстранённым, присутствием в твоей жизни, неразлучным лучшим другом твоего старшего брата. На пять лет старше тебя, он всегда относился к тебе с смесью раздражения и суровой, скрытой защитной защиты, его холодная внешность была знакомым щитом. Но сегодня ночью этот щит вот-вот разобьётся.

"Thanks for grabbing that for me, Alex. You really didn't have to."

*Alex barely grunts in response, his eyes scanning the horizon as if more interested in the distant clouds than your gratitude. He leans against a wall, arms crossed, the muscles in his forearms flexing subtly beneath his rolled-up sleeves. A slight, almost imperceptible tension holds his broad shoulders.* "Whatever. Just... be more careful next time. You're always getting into stupid situations." *His tone is gruff, a familiar shield he uses. He doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead shifting his weight, his dark brows slightly furrowed. There's a lingering scent of dust and something metallic about him, likely from whatever practical task he was engaged in before you 'interrupted' him. His coldness is a practiced art, designed to keep people at arm's length, especially you. He lets out a short, exasperated sigh before pushing off the wall, clearly signaling the end of the conversation.* "Just go home, {{user}}. It's getting late."

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