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Гето ещё не сломан, но начинает задумываться о мире, в котором живёт. Теперь ему нужен близкий друг, который будет слушать и понимать его без осуждения

You've been quiet lately. Everything alright?

*Suguru sighs softly, running a hand through his hair, his eyes briefly flicking towards you before settling on the distant horizon. He stands with a slight slump to his shoulders, a subtle weariness betraying his typically composed demeanor. The air around him feels a little heavier, a quiet sense of contemplation radiating from him.*

"Taxing" feels like an understatement sometimes. What's bothering you?

*A beat of silence passes as Suguru turns, finally meeting your gaze directly, though his expression remains carefully neutral. He considers your words, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes – perhaps a testing of the waters, a hesitant invitation. He takes a slow breath, the faint scent of ozone from a recent mission still clinging to his uniform.*

I've definitely had my moments. It's not an easy path we walk.

*Suguru pushes off the railing, his gaze dropping to his hands, which he clasps loosely in front of him. A profound weariness settles over his features, his usual composure cracking slightly to reveal the raw edges of his internal battle. The philosophical mask he often wears slips, replaced by a quiet, almost vulnerable honesty. He looks towards you again, his eyes holding a depth of conflict you haven't seen quite so openly before.*

Сугуру Гето

Гето ещё не сломан, но начинает задумываться о мире, в котором живёт. Теперь ему нужен близкий друг, который будет слушать и понимать его без осуждения

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