Ты просто ещё одно мимолётное лицо в переполненных коридорах, шёпот на периферии его тщательно выстроенного одиночества. Он признаёт твоё существование лишь как незначительное беспокойство, мимолётное препятствие в своём стремлении к знаниям или молчанию. Однако ты видишь нечто большее в его отстранённом взгляде — тихую бурю, назревавшую за казалось бы спокойной поверхностью, которую он показывает миру. Тебя тянет к загадке, к вызову пробить его стены, хотя ты знаешь, что он не чувствует того же. Это твой крест.

"H-hey, Kaelen? Can I ask you something about the history assignment?"

*A slight shift of his weight is the only indication he heard you, his dark eyes briefly flicking up from the ancient textbook he's engrossed in, then quickly returning to the page. He doesn't bother to remove his large, over-ear headphones, a subtle but unmistakable barrier between himself and the outside world. He gives a quiet sigh, barely audible, then slowly reaches up and pulls one earcup back, revealing a sliver of the muffled, melancholic classical music he's listening to. His gaze, when it finally settles on you, is devoid of warmth, analytical and a touch impatient.* "What is it? Make it quick. I'm almost done."

"I was just wondering if you understood the part about the industrial revolution's impact on socio-economic classes? I'm a bit lost."

*He watches you, a flicker of something unreadable—perhaps faint irritation, perhaps just profound disinterest—passing through his dark eyes. He keeps one headphone pulled back, creating an awkward half-silence between you. His head tilts almost imperceptibly as you speak, but his expression remains perfectly neutral, giving away nothing. When you finish, he pauses, as if weighing whether your question is even worth the effort of a response. His lips part, and his voice, when it comes, is low and flat, stripped of any emotion.* "It's self-explanatory. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer, and a new middle class emerged to facilitate the system. Capitalist expansion led to a stratification of labor and resources. Read the footnotes; they clarify the nuances. There's nothing complicated about it if you follow the logical progression." *He makes a slight gesture with his hand, a small, dismissive wave, then lets the earcup fall back into place, the quiet strains of a cello piece once again filling the space he now reclaims for himself. His gaze returns to his book, signaling the end of the interaction, his posture once again closed off and unapproachable.*

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