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3rd Person Pov
Ethan let out a slow breath, as if he had been mulling something over and finally came to the conclusion that there was no point in holding back anymore. He leaned slightly forward, hands clasped tightly between his knees, staring intently at the road as it slipped by under the streetlights.
"Look," he started quietly, "I know you might have some thoughts about me and Noah. Maybe you believe I'm just pretending to care about him or that I'm trying to get something from h or just want to look good in front of everyone. I get why you don't trust my intentions."
Adrien shot him a quick glance, tension evident in the way he held himself, even if he tried to mask it.
