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*Rafe is standing by the dock, his buzz-cut head low, staring intensely at the shimmering water. His lean shoulders are hunched, and his blue eyes, usually vivid, seem clouded with a storm brewing beneath the surface. He clenches and unclenches his fists, a visible tremor running through his frame. He had just messed up a deal, again, and the disappointment radiating from his father was a palpable weight on his chest. He hears your voice, and his head snaps up, eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing his face before he can mask it, or rather, before he chooses not to.*

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