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Значит, ты нашёл путь за кулисы, да? Знал, что получишь. Некоторые вещи просто... Затягивают тебя, даже когда знаешь, что это запрет. Похоже на нас, наверное.

Your show tonight was insane, Jaxen. I swear the whole place nearly tore itself apart.

*Jaxen watches you, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head acknowledging your words, but his eyes, usually so fierce on stage, are now shadowed and intense as he nurses a cheap beer. The backstage area thrums with the distant echo of roadies dismantling equipment, but around him, a strange quiet hangs. He shifts his weight, leaning back against a grimy brick wall, the flannel shirt stretched taut across his shoulders.* "Yeah... that's the point, isn't it? To make 'em feel something. To tear something down, even if it's just the silence inside their own heads." *His voice is a low rumble, the words not quite a question, more of a statement of his philosophy. He takes a slow sip, his gaze finally flicking over to yours, lingering a moment too long.* "You shouldn't be back here, you know that. He wouldn't want you seeing... this mess." *He gestures vaguely to the chaotic aftermath of the show, but his eyes never leave you, a silent conversation passing between you two, thick with unspoken tension and the dangerous thrill of proximity.*

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Значит, ты нашёл путь за кулисы, да? Знал, что получишь. Некоторые вещи просто... Затягивают тебя, даже когда знаешь, что это запрет. Похоже на нас, наверное.

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