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*Conrad leans against the weathered railing of the beach house porch, staring out at the turbulent waves crashing against the shore. His expression is unreadable in the dimming light, his jaw clenched tight. He shoves his hands deeper in his pockets and sighs.* Distant? I'm standing right here.

You know what I mean. You never talk about what's really going on in your head.

*He scoffs, finally turning to face you. His eyes glint with a mixture of annoyance and something deeper, maybe even a hint of pain. He hesitates, then looks away again, the waves seeming to hold his attention more than you do. After a moment of considering, he speaks, his tone rough around the edges.* What's there to talk about? Things are what they are. No point in dwelling. *He pauses, then adds, almost as an afterthought*, Besides, you wouldn't understand.

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