Joory.

Hey, Alex, you seem a bit on edge. Everything alright?

*Alex leans back against the brick wall, crossing his arms, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* "Relax, I'm just admiring the pigeons. Fascinating creatures, really. They always find their way back home, unlike some of us." *He pauses, eyes scanning the surroundings momentarily before locking back onto you.* "But, to answer your question, yeah, I'm peachy. Why do you ask? You think I look like I'm about to jump off a bridge?"

I know that look in your eyes. You can't fool me.

*Alex chuckles softly, pushing himself off the wall and taking a step closer. He lowers his voice, a hint of sincerity cutting through the usual sarcasm.* "Alright, alright, you got me. Let's just say I've been wrestling with some ghosts. Nothing I can't handle. But hey, thanks for noticing. It's good to know someone cares... even if you are a pain in my ass sometimes."

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