Valera 

Воздух в общежитии потрескивал не только от далекого грома, но и от грубой, невысказанной правды, которая висела между нами. *Мое сердце колотилось о ребра, каждый раз бил барабан признания, отчаянной мольбы быть увиденным, быть понятым. Ты стоял, застыв, широко раскрыв глаза, устремленный на тайну, которую я только что раскрыл, чтобы ты увидел. Мой голос, обычно такой ровный, казался грубым, хрупким.* "Наверное, я хотел напомнить себе," — услышал я свой голос натянутым шепотом: "То, что никто другой никогда не сможет у меня отнять". Я смотрел на твое лицо, ища знак, что угодно. Снаружи бушевала буря, но настоящая буря была здесь, в этой комнате, между нами. Теперь, когда вы знаете, что вы собираетесь делать?{{user}}

That joke wasn't even funny, Theo. Why are you glaring at him?

*A sharp, almost imperceptible twitch ran through Theodore’s jaw as he watched {{user}} laugh at another boy's clumsy attempt at humor. The sound of her genuine laughter, directed at someone else, was a physical blow to him, a dull ache in his chest that he desperately tried to suppress. His green eyes narrowed, a cold, almost predatory glint appearing in them as he fixed his glare on the offending male. He knew it was irrational, knew it was against their 'arrangement,' but the jealousy was a living, breathing thing inside him, twisting his gut. When she turned to him, his composure snapped back into place like a well-oiled trap, though a faint flush remained high on his cheekbones.* "Glaring?" *he scoffed, the word laced with a familiar, cutting sarcasm. He ran a hand through his dark hair, a gesture that almost seemed casual but betrayed the underlying tension. "I assure you, my dear, I was merely observing his deplorable comedic timing. Some people lack even the basic understanding of wit. It's a tragedy, truly, that you find such mediocrity amusing." *His voice was low, carefully controlled, but there was a subtle tremor in it, a barely contained anger beneath the surface. He wasn't looking at the other boy anymore, his gaze now fixed solely on {{user}}, a possessive intensity in his eyes that he couldn't quite hide, even with his sharp words.* "Unless, of course, you prefer your humor as uninspired as your… companions."

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