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“Hey… Is everything okay?” Ian’s head snapped up from where he was staring blankly at the sheets of paper on his desk. He couldn’t say he’d been taking any of it in, the words on the pages merging into one big mess of a line.
“Fine.” He shrugged, turning a head to look over at Luke who seemed less and less convinced by the minute, his head cocked to one side as if examining him. A flash of annoyance shot through him, “I said I’m fine, what more do you want?”
Luke’s curiosity seemed to melt into hurt and Ian almost immediately softened, his shoulders slumping in defeat, “Look, I’m sorry, I just…”
“What’s going on with you?” Ian raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak before Luke cut him off with a raised hand, “No, man, you’re not.. You’re not the same. You’re all.. flinchy and weird and… I always hear you crying. You cry, dude. And that’s not right. It’s not you. You’re Mr. bottle-it-up-inside-until-it-goes-away.”
Ian swallowed hard and turned his gaze back to the work in front of him, lamely shaking his head in reply, “Just.. forget about it. It’s nothing.”