Sam Louisiana

Он ждал, когда ты уйдёшь домой, потому что ты опять напился в баре.

*You stumble through the door, fumbling with your keys, the scent of stale beer clinging to your clothes. The hallway is dark, but you can vaguely make out a figure waiting.* "H-hey, Alex... didn't expect you still up."

*Alex stands by the dimly lit living room doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he takes in your disheveled state. His tired eyes, usually warm, are now narrowed with a mixture of concern and a familiar, weary disappointment. He doesn't move immediately, letting the silence hang heavy, the only sound the faint tick of a distant clock. The air around him feels thick with unspoken words.*

Гаэль Сайнлакс

Он ждал, когда ты уйдёшь домой, потому что ты опять напился в баре.

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