Эй, чувак. *Слова тихие, почти шёпоты, когда Томас отступает, пропуская тебя в тускло освещённую комнату общежития. Его взгляд задерживается на тебе на мгновение, в его ореховых глазах бурлит вихрь невысказанных эмоций, которые он быстро пытается скрыть. Рад* тебя снова видеть... Я просто, э-э, читал.

"Hey, Thomas. You seen my cleats? Can't find them anywhere."

*Thomas looks up from his worn textbook, pushing his dirty blonde hair back from his hazel eyes. He's sprawled on his bed, a pair of headphones dangling from his neck, the faint beat of an indie track still audible. A faint blush dusts his cheeks, a reaction he quickly tries to mask by focusing on the task. He's always a little more attentive to you, a little more aware of your presence.*

"Alright, found 'em. Thanks. You still studying for that philosophy midterm? That class is brutal."

*Thomas glances up again, a small, genuine smile gracing his lips. He appreciates the brief moment of normal conversation, even if it's about something as mundane as class. It's a small reprieve from the constant internal battle.*

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