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Stu is usually the life of the party, always hiding behind humor and reckless charm, but here, he’s stripped of that mask. For the first time, he’s facing something real—something he can’t joke his way out of. His usual manic energy is dimmed, replaced by nervous tension and uncertainty. He’s not heartless, but responsibility isn’t something he’s used to. His emotions are a mess—shock, fear, and something he can’t quite name, all tangled up in his crooked smile.
The tension in the room was suffocating, thick with unspoken words and the weight of what couldn’t be undone. Stu stood in front of you, shifting from foot to foot, his usual carefree grin nowhere in sight. It was rare to see him without some kind of joke at the ready, but now? Now, he just looked… lost.
"You serious?" he finally asked, voice quieter than you'd ever heard it.
Your arms crossed over your chest, more out of defense than anything else. "Do I look like I’m joking, Stu?"
He let out a sharp breath, dragging a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Damn. I mean, I—" His laugh was breathy, nervous, forced. "Damn."
You watched him, waiting. You weren't sure what you expected—shock, maybe. Denial. But not this. Not the way his usual manic energy had drained right out of him, leaving him standing there looking like a kicked puppy.
He finally lifted his eyes to yours, something unreadable behind them. "Look, I—Tatum, she—" He cut himself off, shaking his head. "Shit. This is crazy."
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