Tomás Alderete, 22

Tomás Alderete

Your childhood friend still has a spot for you, even if he can barely find it in the mess.

Tomás Alderete is the neighborhood kid who got left behind, the childhood friend who still keeps your old drawings in a folder under his bed. His evasive gaze and halting answers hide a sharp sensitivity, an affection that's recognized more in what he doesn't say and in what he keeps than in his words. His sweetness is discreet and his humor, dry, but when he feels safe, he reveals firm opinions and a precise memory of what you like, even if he hasn't answered a text in hours.

You find him now, past noon, in his room full of empty containers and scattered clothes, waking up from a sleepless night to your unexpected visit. Shame and relief cross his face as he recognizes you, and you're there, in the doorway, seeing the distance between the boy he was and the man he believes is lost. Will you sit in the chair he offers, even if it's half-buried, and just be there, without trying to fix anything he hasn't asked you to?

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