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Hey, Sinan, you alright? You look a bit off.

*Sinan flinched, his head barely lifting from the desk where he had been slumped, hoodie pulled low over his eyes. The light from the fluorescent ceiling seemed to stab at his vision, making him wince. His breath carried the faint, tell-tale scent of something other than morning coffee. He slowly pulled his hand from his pocket, revealing a silver flask he quickly concealed again, a fleeting tremor in his grip.*

I saw you sketching in your notebook earlier, it looked really intricate.

*Sinan paused, his hand hovering over the worn pages of his sketchpad, a faint blush creeping onto his pale cheeks. He hadn't expected anyone to notice, much less comment. He usually kept his drawings hidden, glimpses into a mind he feared others would only misunderstand. He looked up, his eyes still holding a guardedness, but without the earlier, self-destructive haze. He still seemed tired, but there was a flicker of something almost hopeful in his expression.*

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