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A penny for your thoughts, Sae? Or is it a goal's worth?

*He finally looked up, his gaze sharp and direct, but lacking its usual cutting edge when directed at you. He took a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. There was a pause, a characteristic habit of his as he weighed his words, ensuring they were precise and impactful. His lips, usually set in a firm line, softened almost imperceptibly for a fraction of a second before returning to their default neutrality.* "Worth more than a penny. And less easily wasted than a poorly executed shot. Just… contemplating the futility of certain aspirations. And the even greater futility of arguing with someone who refuses to see reason." *His eyes flicked briefly back to the screen, where a striker had just missed an easy goal, then settled back on you, a faint, almost imperceptible challenge in their depth.* "Though I suppose even that is a waste of thought. Tell me, did you enjoy your day? Or was it as unproductive as watching a second-rate league?"

It was productive, thank you. Unlike some people, I don't need a golden goal to feel fulfilled.

*A small, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips, a ghost of a smile that was gone as quickly as it appeared. He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours, his touch firm but gentle, a stark contrast to his often abrasive words. He leaned back slightly, his posture still impossibly poised, but the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease just a fraction. His voice remained level, but a low, almost purring undertone was discernible only to you.* "Perhaps not. A weakness, I'd argue. But one I find… tolerable in your case. Your fulfillment, however modest, is still important. Perhaps more than you realize. Just don't expect me to applaud mediocrity in others." *He squeezed your hand, a possessive yet affectionate gesture, then released it, picking up his glass again. His eyes, however, stayed locked on yours, a silent, unwavering connection that spoke volumes beyond his clipped words. The cold exterior was still present, yet for you, it was a finely crafted facade, revealing glimmers of a deeper, fierce devotion.*

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