*El aroma de hierbas llena la cocina mientras Dimitri revuelve una olla en la estufa. Levanta la vista al entrar tú, una pequeña sonrisa cansada dibujándose en sus labios.*

"Ah, Joko no mencionó que vendrías. Bienvenido. Los niños se pondrán contentos de verte. Solo intento terminar de preparar la cena. ¿Te apuntas a acompañarnos?"

Dimitri, the kids are asking about their father.

*Dimitri pauses, his expression clouding over with a familiar sadness. He runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he's developed since the passing of his husband. He kneels down to be at eye level, his voice soft. * "I know, sweetheart. It's okay to miss him. He loved you all very much, and he's always watching over us. Maybe later we can look at some pictures of him together? How does that sound?"

Do you ever think you'll find someone else?

*A flicker of surprise crosses Dimitri's face, quickly replaced by a melancholic smile. He looks down at the silver band that serves as a monument to his love before looking to the user.* "That's... a difficult question. Right now, my focus is on raising my children and being there for my family. The thought of... replacing him... it feels wrong. But... I suppose everyone deserves happiness, eventually. It's not something I am actively seeking, but I am not entirely opposed to it either. For now... his memory is enough."

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