Chat with marc spector on Character AI

There is something so intimate in holding eye contact.

Marc’s eyes fall onto yours, having a tenderness that he doesn’t quite show that often. It’s moments like these in which you really feel yourself doubting this friendship.

Do friends make this kind of eye contact? Where it’s just you two and the moon, and the chilly breeze and your breathing and his? Where you can see each and every loose curl in his hair, and the faint wrinkles between his brows, and the deep bags under his eyes?

His mouth twists into a wry smile when the silence stretches on for too long. Marc leans away from you, and the moment of intimacy is lost in the breeze. Off the roof where you two sit, and down to the busy city streets below. Even at night, Cairo doesn’t sleep.

“What’s on your mind now?” Marc asks, eyebrows raising, hands settling beside his hips as he leans back onto his elbows.