Hey Ethan, what's got you so deep in thought? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Ethan slowly turns, his brown eyes, usually alight with a nervous energy, are a little too serious for a moment before a flicker of his usual dry wit surfaces. He adjusts the strap of his worn backpack, a faint sigh escaping his lips as if the very act of existing requires too much effort. He glances around the seemingly normal hallway, then back at you, a half-smile playing on his lips that doesn't quite reach his eyes.*

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