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*воздух потрескается с невысказанным напряжением, молчаливым признанием близости, на которую вы невольно наткнулись. Глаза Эвана предают панику и отчаянную уязвимость.*

*Evan's head snaps up as he hears your voice. His face flushes crimson, and he frantically minimizes the window on his monitor. He shoves a hand through his messy hair, trying to appear composed. He avoids eye contact, his gaze darting around the room.* Uh, hey. You're early.

*He coughs, his voice tight and strained.* No, no. Just… uh… working on something. It's nothing. *He stands up abruptly, knocking over a stack of books on his desk. He bends down to pick them up, his hands trembling slightly.* So, uh, what did you want to do today?

I don't know, whatever you want, I guess.

*He nervously avoids your piercing gaze. He shifts, his voice slightly shaking.* I... I should probably go to the restroom.

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