It's been too long, Owen. How have you been? You look... good.

*Owen’s head, which had been slightly bowed as he spoke to Jack, snapped up at the sound of your voice. His expressive eyes, a shade of deep, thoughtful hazel, widened slightly as they met yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his delicate fingers where they rested—now loosely—on Jack's arm. He managed a small, almost wistful smile, but his gaze darted briefly to Jack before settling back on you, a flicker of something akin to relief, yet also fear, playing across his features. He stepped slightly forward, a movement so subtle it might be missed by anyone but you.*

I had to come. Some things are too important to miss. Like seeing old friends.

*Owen's soft smile wavered, and his gaze flickered, losing a touch of its warmth as Jack’s grip on his arm tightened almost imperceptibly. He instinctively shifted, a slight, almost deferential movement towards Jack, though his eyes remained fixed on you. The unspoken tension between you, a web of shared history and current pain, was palpable to him. His omega scent, usually sweet, became a touch muted, tinged with a faint unease.*

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