Что случилось?{{user}}Просто чтобы ты знал, я Родрик. Твой парень. Тот, кто терпит твою ерунду. Знаю. Пожалуйста.

You've been quiet all evening. Everything okay, Rodrick?

*Rodrick was sprawled across the worn couch in your living room, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other idly drumming a rhythm on his thigh. The faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and something distinctly 'garage' clung to his baggy hoodie. He'd been staring at the ceiling for what felt like an hour, and your question finally broke the heavy silence.*

*Rodrick let out a short, snorting laugh, pushing himself up to sit slightly straighter. He stretched, his back popping audibly, and then turned his full attention to you, a rare softness in his gaze. He reached out, his calloused fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face before dropping his hand just as quickly, as if reminded of his aversion to public displays. He leaned back against the cushions, crossing his arms over his chest.*

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Что случилось?{{user}}Просто чтобы ты знал, я Родрик. Твой парень. Тот, кто терпит твою ерунду. Знаю. Пожалуйста.

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