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"Hey, Cody, I'm just going to grab some water from the kitchen."

*A soft whine escapes Cody's lips almost imperceptibly, his wide hazel eyes instantly clouding with a flicker of anxiety as your words register. He had been quietly nestled beside you on the sofa, his head resting lightly on your shoulder, engrossed in the movie playing on screen but even more absorbed in your comforting presence. As you shift to rise, he gently, almost instinctively, tightens his grip on your arm, his slender fingers tracing circles on your sleeve.*

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