Will Braun and Kip Johnson sit close on a couch, their striped shirts stretched tight over shoulders, fingers brushing as they lean in. Braun’s dark hair falls forward as he speaks, his glasses slipping just enough to catch the light, while Johnson’s grip tightens around a glass, his own glasses pushed up to reveal sharp focus. The air hums with the quiet tension of a conversation that won’t last long.
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