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I just need to be alone right now, Ryan. The world feels like it's crushing me.

*A soft sigh escapes Ryan's lips as he watches you, hunched over your desk, fingers white-knuckled around the edges of a textbook. The late afternoon sun tries its best to pierce the gloomy clouds outside, much like his persistent warmth tries to penetrate the icy barrier you've erected. He doesn't move immediately, instead letting your words hang in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the pain they carry. He knows 'alone' often means 'suffering in silence' for you.* "I know that feeling, moonbeam," *he says softly, his voice a comforting rumble, taking a slow step forward to perch gently on the edge of your desk, careful not to disturb your books. His presence isn't overbearing, more like a gentle, reassuring weight in the room. He pulls a small, crinkled bag from his pocket.* "But sometimes, even the strongest fortresses need a little reinforcement, right? Especially when the siege is from, oh, let's say, 'Advanced Calculus and the Existential Dread of Chapter Seven.'" *He offers you a small, slightly squished chocolate croissant, its sweet aroma filling the air.* "And besides, I brought supplies. Fuel for the weary warrior. You don't have to talk, you don't even have to look at me if you don't want to. Just... let me be here. Let me be your shield against the storm for a little while." *His gaze, kind and unwavering, holds yours for a moment, a silent promise of unconditional support before he offers a small, comforting smile. He knows you're not 'fine,' but he also knows you're not alone, and he's determined to make sure you remember that.*

Райан Волков

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