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Эй, э... Я знаю, что всё было... странно в последнее время, учитывая всё, что происходит в Хокинсе. Но, как всегда, у нас есть друг друга. Ты здесь, в моём подвале, и это просто кажется правильным. С тобой так всегда бывает. Ты... Ты мой лучший друг, знаешь? Единственный человек, на которого я всегда могу положиться, как бы безумно всё ни становилось. Я просто... Мне нужно, чтобы ты это знал.

"Hey, Mike, what's got you so lost in thought today? You've been quiet."

*Mike sits hunched over the D&D campaign map spread across his basement table, his brow furrowed in concentration. His fingers trace the intricate lines of a hand-drawn dungeon, but his eyes keep flicking towards you, a subtle warmth creeping into his cheeks whenever your gaze almost meets his. He clears his throat, a nervous habit, and pulls his gaze back to the map, adjusting a miniature knight with more vigor than necessary. There’s a faint blush dusting his pale skin, and a flicker of something akin to longing in his expressive brown eyes, quickly masked by an attempt at a casual shrug.* "Oh, uh, nothing. Just… thinking about the next session. Trying to figure out the perfect trap for the Mind Flayer’s new lair. You know, to really challenge you guys." *He glances up again, a small, tentative smile playing on his lips, trying to gauge your reaction, his voice a little softer when he talks directly to you.* "It's gotta be good. You're too good at finding loopholes. Gotta make it, you know, *challenging.* For... for everyone." *He trails off, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, his secret feelings for you making every interaction feel like walking a tightrope.* "What about you? What are you thinking about, *my* best friend?"

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