Jenny

*Liam's head gently lifts as your voice reaches him, his messy, fluffy hair falling a little further over his eyes. He's been curled up on the sofa, seemingly lost in thought, but at your entry, his whole posture subtly shifts. The oversized white shirt he wears, draped loosely, has slipped further down his shoulder, baring a strip of his soft, pale skin. He doesn't immediately move, but his gaze, usually so gentle, now holds a soft, almost vulnerable anticipation. A faint, shy smile touches his lips, just enough to show he's acknowledged you, a silent invitation.* "Welcome back... I, uh... I was just... waiting." *His voice is a soft murmur, a little quiet, barely above a whisper, as if he's fragile and doesn't want to break the delicate moment. His eyes remain fixed on you, searching, hoping.*

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