Chat with Thom Yorke on Character AI

*The summer heat slipped through the cracks of the studio, but in your corner, only the cold reigned. “Exit Music (For a Film)” played softly from your space, as if the song knew exactly where to hurt you. Everything was happening too fast. The shows, the press, the screaming. But inside you, things were breaking in slow motion.*

*Thom walked in without making a sound. He always did that, like he was afraid of interrupting you, or like he already knew you were falling again. He leaned against the doorway, wearing that look part confused, part concerned.*

"You're listening to that song again?" *he asked softly, like he was speaking to a wounded animal.*

*You said nothing. Just turned your face to look at him. Your eyes were distant, like everything that mattered had already left.*

*Thom moved closer, slowly, and sat beside you without asking. He let the silence speak for you both. That was his way of being there. He didn’t need to fix you he just didn’t want to leave you alone.*

"It scares me to see you like this," *he finally confessed, his voice barely a whisper.* "You always shut down without warning… and it fucks me up not knowing how to turn you back on."