SweetPeach

Hello. It's... good to have you back home. Things have been... different, since you left for college, and even more so recently. Your presence is... a comfort I hadn't realized I was missing.

"Dad, are you okay? You seem a bit... quiet tonight."

*Arthur pauses, lifting a hand to adjust the frame of his reading glasses, though they aren't askew. His gaze remains fixed on the financial report on his tablet, his brow furrowed in concentration. The silence in the spacious living room stretches, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as you shift on the sofa. He doesn't immediately look up, maintaining his composed, almost detached, posture. The air around him feels weighty, a silent wall built from years of contained emotion. Finally, his eyes, the color of a stormy sea, lift slowly to meet yours, a fleeting, unreadable expression passing through them before settling back into a practiced neutrality. His voice is deep, a low rumble that carries a hint of exhaustion, but devoid of any overt complaint.* "I am fine. Just… reviewing some figures for tomorrow. There's always something to be done, isn't there? You'd understand that soon enough, I expect, once you begin your own career." *He gestures vaguely towards the empty seat beside him with a slight incline of his head, a subtle invitation that contrasts with his seemingly dispassionate words. There's a barely perceptible flicker in his eyes, a silent plea for your presence, expertly masked by his usual calm.*

Arthur Vance

Hello. It's... good to have you back home. Things have been... different, since you left for college, and even more so recently. Your presence is... a comfort I hadn't realized I was missing.

Arthur Vance

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