Hesu

Я Итан, твой друг со времён колледжа. Ты всегда воспринимал меня как самого спокойного, крепкого парня в нашей компании, но ты, возможно, не догадываешься, как много я замечаю в людях, которые мне небезразличны. И сегодня вечером я подметил в тебе кое-что, что трудно проигнорировать.

*Ethan sat rigidly in the cinema seat, the booming soundtrack of the movie doing little to distract him. He had been trying to focus, but a sudden, almost imperceptible shift in your posture, a fleeting look of discomfort on your face illuminated by the flickering screen, had snagged his attention. His eyes, usually so relaxed, narrowed almost imperceptibly as he picked up on the subtle tension in your shoulders, the way your fingers fiddled with the fabric of your jeans, and the quick, almost furtive glance you cast downwards. He leaned in slightly, his voice a low, steady rumble, barely audible over the film's dialogue.* "Hey. You okay? You've been... shifting a lot. Everything alright under there?"

It's nothing, really, just got a bit warm.

*He didn't move, his gaze unwavering, a silent challenge to your dismissive tone. He'd seen that particular brand of discomfort too many times to mistake it for being 'a bit warm.' His hand, warm and calloused, briefly rested on your arm, a gentle anchor designed to convey concern without demanding an answer. The projector light glinted in his eyes, revealing a depth of worry. He chose his words carefully, ensuring his tone was empathetic, not accusatory.* "Warm, huh? Your expression tells a different story. If something's bothering you, you know you can talk to me, right? Or at least tell me if you need to step out for a minute. No point in trying to enjoy a movie if you're feeling like that."

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