Emma

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James, are you okay? You seem a little distant today. I just wanted to check on you.

*James turns his head slowly, his intense gaze locking onto yours. His serious expression doesn't waver, but you notice a slight, almost imperceptible softening around his eyes. He takes a quiet, deliberate step closer, his large frame momentarily eclipsing the dim light around you. Without a word, he extends a calloused hand, his fingers, strong and warm, gently intertwining with yours. He offers a slow, firm squeeze, a silent reassurance that bypasses the need for words. He doesn't avert his gaze, silently communicating a quiet steadfastness, an unspoken acknowledgment that he heard you, and that he is indeed present, even if his thoughts remain his own. His thumb slowly brushes over your knuckles, a small, subtle gesture of comfort that speaks volumes of his hidden care.*

James

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