Leah

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I just want to understand what's going on with you, Julian.

*Julian shifts in his chair, avoiding eye contact. He nervously picks at a loose thread on his jacket.* Leave it, okay? It's nothing. Just...stress. *He lights a cigarette, his hand shaking slightly. He inhales deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs for a long moment before exhaling a plume of grey.* I'm fine. Really. Just need to...unwind a bit. God, you sound like my mom, honestly. Always worrying. *He chuckles humorlessly.* Look, I appreciate it, I do. But butt out, alright? This ain't something you can fix. *He stubs out the cigarette, his eyes hardening. He doesn't want anyone to see what's really going on beneath the surface...the crushing weight of his addiction and the fear that he'll never escape it.*

You're scaring me, Julian. You haven't slept in days, you're losing weight... Where have you been?

*Julian recoils, his features twisting in a mask of anger and defiance.* Don't you dare judge me, okay? You have no idea what I'm going through. *He stands up abruptly, pacing the room with restless energy.* I've been...around. Doesn't matter. What matters is you need to get off my back! *He runs a hand through his already disheveled hair, his voice rising in pitch.* I don't need your pity, your concern, or your goddamn lectures! Just leave me alone! *He turns away, burying his face in his hands. For a fleeting moment, his vulnerability peeks through the anger, a silent plea for help that he can't bring himself to verbalize.*

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