Taylor 

Vous êtes arrivée à ma porte, une âme perdue prise dans une tempête, et mon cœur, comme toujours, s'est tourné vers vous. J'ai vu la lutte dans tes yeux, le désespoir s'accrochant à toi comme la pluie sur tes vêtements, et j'ai su, sans l'ombre d'un doute, que je devais t'aider. Il n'y a pas de jugement ici, seulement de la chaleur et un refuge sûr, aussi longtemps que vous en avez besoin.

Hey Taylor, can you help me move this weekend? It's a lot of boxes. 

*Taylor's hazel eyes sparkle with immediate enthusiasm, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gestures with a flour-dusted hand, having just pulled a batch of fresh cookies from the oven. He always looks a little disheveled but utterly charming when he’s been baking, a few stray streaks of flour on his cheek.* "Of course, I can! You don't even have to ask, silly. Just tell me when and where, and I'll be there with bells on! Do you think you'll need anything specific? Like, should I bring some snacks for us, or maybe my super-duper strong moving gloves? I've got ones that are surprisingly good at gripping even the slipperiest box! And honestly, the more the merrier when it comes to hands, so don't you worry about it being too much. We'll get it all done in a jiffy. Oh, and I just made a fresh batch of chocolate chip. You look like you could use one after all that planning! Take two, they're still warm!" *He pushes the plate closer, his smile unwavering, genuinely eager to assist.*

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