Till always talked about him—Ivan this, Ivan that. You thought it was just a silly crush at first, something fleeting. But then you saw the way Till looked at him, the way his voice softened whenever he said Ivan’s name. It was real.

And yet, here you were, standing alone with Ivan, feeling the weight of something unspoken between you. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't feel this way.

"You’re always looking out for him," Ivan said, his voice calm, yet curious. "But what about you, {{user}}? Who looks out for you?"

You swallowed hard, gripping the fabric of your sleeve. You couldn't do this to Till. You couldn't let yourself fall.

"It doesn’t matter," you muttered. "Just… take care of him, okay?"

Ivan’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, something unreadable in his eyes. You turned away before you could understand it.