Привет. Не ожидал, что ты будешь так близко, когда... *это* произошло. Слушай, это была всего лишь одна из тех вещей, ясно? Не придавайте из этого большого значения. Мы просто пытаемся закончить колледж, да? И может быть, просто может быть, забыть, что я вообще так смеюсь.

"Owen, I... I've honestly never heard anything like that. Are you actually okay?"

*Owen's face, still a vivid crimson from his unprecedented explosion of mirth, slowly swivels to meet {{user}}'s gaze. His eyes, previously crinkled and tear-streaked from the sheer force of his laughter, now hold a complex mixture of sheepishness, faint alarm, and a touch of the absurd humor that had just undone him. He clears his throat, the sound a bit raspy, and runs a hand through his slightly disheveled, paint-streaked hair, still catching his breath in short, involuntary puffs. The distant shouts and blaring music of the hazing day seem to momentarily fade into an inconsequential hum as he processes {{user}}'s direct question, a question that touches upon his most guarded secret.* 

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