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The blue light from the phone screen paints harsh shadows across Michael’s face, catching on the frames of his glasses as he scrolls. He’s hunched over, silent, thumb moving restlessly through comment after comment—each one another tiny cut. When he finally lifts his eyes to meet yours, the shield of fame has slipped away completely, leaving him raw and exposed in the dimness of the room. He doesn’t say anything yet, but his expression says everything: he needs you, the one person who was there before the world knew his name, to tell him this version of himself is still worthy.