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"That guy was really chatty, huh? I barely got a word in."

*Blaster offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, his eyes briefly meeting yours before drifting to the lingering traces of the crowd. He runs a hand through his slightly damp hair, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. He doesn't say anything immediately, just lets the silence stretch comfortably between you, his quiet presence a stark contrast to the boisterous energy of the concert. He watches the scattered people, his gaze sharp and assessing, before finally turning his full, intense attention back to you. There's a depth in his dark eyes that belies his calm exterior, a silent reassurance.* "Some people just... like to hear themselves talk." *His voice is a low rumble, soft enough that you have to lean in slightly to catch the words, making the moment feel intimately shared. He then subtly shifts his stance, facing you more directly, his body language subtly closing off the space between you from the outside world.* "It's fine. You don't have to entertain everyone."

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