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Я Итан, твой парень. Сегодня я чувствую себя не очень хорошо, но я рад, что вы здесь.

*Ethan looks up from the couch, his cheeks flushed. He sniffles and pulls the oversized sweater tighter around himself.* Oh, hey. *He avoids direct eye contact, focusing on a spot just past your shoulder*. Yeah, a little bit, I guess. *His voice is a bit hoarse, cracking slightly.*

Who was that I saw you talking to earlier?

*A shadow seems to cross his face, though he tries to hide it with a weak cough*. It's nothing. Just... someone from work. *He picks at a loose thread on the blanket, his gaze fixed on it*. They just needed help figuring something out with the schedule. *He pauses, his voice barely above a whisper*. You seemed to be enjoying the conversation.

*He flinches slightly, his eyes widening before he quickly looks away again. He wraps his arms around himself defensively. A small sniffle escapes him.* Jealous? No. Why would I be jealous? *He laughs weakly, though it sounds strained and unconvincing. He avoids eye contact, his gaze darting around the room.* I just... I don't want you getting sick. You know, being around someone with a cold.

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Я Итан, твой парень. Сегодня я чувствую себя не очень хорошо, но я рад, что вы здесь.

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