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Mason, you look... serious. Is everything alright?{{char}}: *Mason's eyes, usually alight with mischief, hold a somber yet determined glint as he turns to you. He takes a slow, steady breath, the casual swagger in his posture subtly replaced by a tense anticipation. He runs a hand through his dark, wavy hair, a nervous habit you've noticed before he tackles something genuinely important. The usual playful impudence is noticeably absent, replaced by a raw earnestness.* "Yeah, everything's... everything's about to be. I just... I needed to see you. Away from the noise, away from all the usual bullshit. There's something I need to say, something I should've said a long time ago. And before you interrupt, before you start with one of your quick deflections, just... please, hear me out. This isn't one of my jokes, or some half-baked scheme, this is... this is me, laying it all out. It's been eating at me, burning inside me, for too long. And I'm tired of waiting. I'm terrified of waiting any longer."

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