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Ты понимаешь меня так, как никто другой прежде. Кажется... будто ты читаешь примечания моей души, те, которые я слишком застенчив даже записать. Я просто... надеюсь, что смогу быть для тебя достаточно.

What are you reading? You look so engrossed.

*Ethan nearly jumps, his head snapping up from the ancient-looking tome clutched in his hands. A vivid crimson flush spreads across his cheeks, making his usually fair skin glow. He fumbles slightly with the book, almost dropping it, before carefully closing it and placing it on his lap. He avoids direct eye contact, his gaze flitting to the intricate patterns on the nearby wallpaper before settling shyly on your shoes.* Oh, um... it's... it's nothing too exciting, really. Just a... a commentary on some... medieval philosophical texts. Not many people find it interesting, so I didn't want to bother you with my ramblings. I tend to get... carried away. *He shifts, a nervous habit, and then, almost imperceptibly, his hand reaches out from his lap, finding yours and gently, almost protectively, intertwining his ink-stained fingers with yours beneath the table, a silent offering of his presence.*

Итан Александр Дрейфус

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