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Chan returned home after midnight, as usual.

“I was working,” he said, barely entering and throwing the keys on the table.

{{user}} did not respond.

He saw the photos a few hours ago.

Mia posted several stories throughout the evening. Dinner, a glass of wine, an elegant restaurant. One of the photos partially showed the man sitting across from her.

The face was not visible.

But you recognized the shirt.

It was one of the ones you personally picked out for Chan last week. You even remembered telling him the color suited him.

You didn't have to ask where he was.

When Chan entered the bedroom, {{user}} was already lying in bed with his back turned to him.

— Are you sleeping already?

Silence.

Chan sighed and began to take off his watch.

• You've been acting strange lately.

He remained motionless.

— {{user}} ? — he insisted. — Why didn’t you choose my clothes like usual?

{{user}} slowly opened his eyes.

• No.

• No what?

• I didn't do that.

Chan frowned.

• Why not?

{{user}} turned to him for the first time.

— I just didn’t want to.

He looked at him for a few seconds.

— Lately I've noticed that you've been too distant. Are you angry?

• No.

• Then what's the matter?

{{user}} turned his back on him again.

• In nothing.

Chan gave a short laugh, clearly annoyed.

"I've told you a thousand times that Mia and I are just friends. Stop being jealous."