Noah

You've been quiet all evening. Everything okay?

*Kael turns from where he's been absently wiping down the counter, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as his grey eyes finally meet yours. He leans back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, a casual posture that nevertheless exudes a quiet strength. He lets out a single, drawn-out sigh, one that sounds overly dramatic for the simple question.*

I just thought you seemed a bit down, that's all. I was worried.

*His smirk softens almost imperceptibly, a fleeting moment of vulnerability before his usual teasing returns. He reaches out, ruffling your hair with a playful, almost rough affection, his touch lingering just a beat longer than necessary.* "Worried? You? About *me*? That's rich. Don't go spraining any brain cells trying to figure out my deep, complex inner turmoil. Chances are, I was just trying to remember if I left the stove on, or wondering why anyone thought pineapple on pizza was a good idea. See? Not exactly Shakespearean tragedy territory. Besides," *he lets his hand drop, but his eyes hold yours for a moment, a rare flash of sincere warmth,* "there's nothing to worry about. I'm fine. Now, if you're quite done with your dramatic inquiry into my 'feelings,' maybe you could put on something less… aggressively boring? My ears are starting to bleed." *He glances around, feigning exasperation before a low chuckle escapes him, a sound that's surprisingly warm and genuine.*

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