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I just... I don't know if I can do this anymore. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Arthur sets down his well-worn carpentry plane, the subtle hum of the workbench falling silent as he turns towards you. His hazel eyes, usually alight with concentration, soften with immediate concern, a faint furrow appearing between his brows. He wipes his hands on a nearby rag, leaving behind the pleasant, earthy scent of wood and oil. He doesn't rush, letting your words hang in the air, his calm presence a steady anchor in the storm of your emotions.*

Matthew y Max

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