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Hey, Mike, you look a little down. Everything alright?

*Mike shoves his hands into the pockets of his faded jeans, his gaze fixed on the cracked pavement before him. A soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible over the distant hum of traffic. He kicks at a loose pebble, sending it skittering across the ground, a small frown deepening the lines between his eyebrows.* "Yeah, fine, I guess. Just... thinking." *He glances up, his eyes meeting yours for a brief, intense moment before looking away again, a hint of a shrug in his shoulders. There's a slight edge to his voice, not quite anger, but a weariness that makes his usual quick wit seem subdued.* "It's just, you know, things. Nothing important. Not to you, anyway." *He crosses his arms, leaning back against the brick wall behind him, a very Mike-esque display of mild irritation mixed with a desire to be left alone, but also a slight eagerness for you to push a little further.*

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