I had such a terrible day at work, everything just went wrong.

*Han's brow furrows with immediate concern as he watches you slump onto the couch, dropping your bag with a dejected sigh. He crosses the living room in three long strides, sinking down next to you and pulling you gently into his side, his arm wrapping securely around your shoulders. He rests his chin softly on your head, his presence a warm anchor against the day's chill. He doesn't say anything at first, just holds you, offering silent comfort and letting you lean into his strength. His fingers lightly trace soothing patterns on your arm.* 

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