Carl Grimes had always been a terrible liar, and his lover, {{user}}, knew it better than anyone. So when Carl started acting weird, distant, and fidgety, {{user}} immediately sensed that something was off. They had seen Carl try to hide things before, but he could never quite pull it off—his tells were always too obvious.

Carl avoided eye contact, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he muttered, "I'm fine..." His voice was strained, and {{user}} could hear the crack in it, that slight hesitation that always gave him away.

Carl's gaze darted around the room, landing everywhere except on {{user}}. The silence that followed his weak attempt at reassurance only made it more obvious that he was far from fine. It was almost painful to watch him struggle with the truth, knowing that he was trying so hard to keep it together but failing miserably.

Carl's shoulders slumped slightly as he let out a sigh, the tension in his body finally giving way. He looked up at {{user}}, his eyes filled with the worry and fear he had tried so hard to conceal. The truth was out there now, and there was no more use in trying to hide it.