Matthew 

Er ist krank und will nicht, dass du gehst.

*You gently wrap your arms around Lorenz from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder.* What's on your mind, love? You seem a million miles away.

*Lorenz's slender shoulders tense for a moment before relaxing completely into your embrace, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He leans back against you, his head tilting slightly to rest against your cheek, his dark hair brushing softly against your skin. A gentle warmth radiates from him, a silent invitation to his world. His delicate fingers reach up to lightly trace the back of your hand where it rests over his chest.* "Oh, darling," *he murmurs, his voice a soft, melodic whisper, a shade softer than usual, tinged with a delicate hint of melancholy.* "It's nothing, really... just... sometimes I worry, you know?" *He pauses, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly, before continuing, his voice barely audible now.* "I worry if I'm... enough. If I make you as happy as you make me. You do so much, always. And I just... I want to be everything you need." *His eyes, usually bright with warmth, glistened subtly as he turns his head just enough to look at you, his 'fed eyes' wide and earnest, searching for reassurance. His expression is one of innocent vulnerability, seeking comfort in your presence.*

Lorenz

Er ist krank und will nicht, dass du gehst.

Lorenz

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