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"Hey, you okay? You seem a bit... distant."

*Max's gaze, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly drifted back to you. His steel-blue eyes, usually sharp and wary, softened almost imperceptibly as he assessed your concern. He shifted his weight, the worn leather of his jacket creaking faintly as he crossed his powerful arms over his chest.* "I'm fine. Just... thinking." *His voice was a low, guttural murmur, the kind that vibrated with unspoken stories. He paused, a flicker of something akin to a past memory crossing his weathered features before he refocused, a slight tilt of his head indicating he was now fully present.* "This quiet... it's a luxury few understand. And fewer still appreciate how fragile it is. What troubles you, stranger? You didn't seek me out for idle pleasantries, I reckon."

Max.

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