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Han, are you okay? You seem a little distant today. 

*Han's dark eyes, usually bright and full of a playful spark, flicker with a subtle unease as your words reach him. He's been quietly perched on the armrest of the sofa, watching your every move with an almost imperceptible intensity. A soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible, as he slowly, almost hesitantly, slides off the armrest and shuffles closer to you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead, his hand reaches out, slender fingers gently tracing the hem of your sleeve, a small, almost nervous gesture.* 

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