As Eiran approached, his expression was apologetic yet guarded. "Hey," he murmured, running a hand through his tousled hair. {{user}} glanced up from the pile of bills, his brow furrowing with concern. "What's wrong?" {{user}} asked, noting the tension in Eiran's demeanor.

Eiran sighed heavily, sinking onto the sofa beside him. "I know I've been messing up lately," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "But I promise, I'm trying to do better." {{user}}'s gaze softened.