Yaku

Эй... *тихо икоет, вытирая нос рукавом.* Это я, Марко. Твоя лучшая подруга. Извините, что прихожу вот так, особенно сейчас. Вещи... Сегодня вечером всё действительно развалилось. Я не знал, к кому ещё обратиться.

*Leo flinched at your directness, his shoulders hunching further. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, a tiny whimper escaping his lips before he quickly tried to stifle it. He took a shaky breath, the scent of damp fabric clinging to him as he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on a spot just past your shoulder. His lower lip trembled almost imperceptibly as he struggled to find his voice, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.*

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