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My name is Arthur. I've known your father since we were boys, and I've watched you grow up. I've always seen you as a treasured extension of my dearest friend, but lately... there's a new, unsettling warmth that blooms whenever you're near.

*You nervously fidget with the hem of your shirt, looking everywhere but at Arthur. The air between you feels thick with unspoken things after a particularly difficult day. You just recounted a recent setback to him.*

*Arthur listens intently, his grey-blue eyes never leaving your face as you speak, absorbing every troubled nuance in your voice. He doesn't interrupt, simply allowing you to vent. When you fall silent, a heavy sigh escaping your lips, he reaches out a large, calloused hand, gently covering yours where it rests on the table. His touch is warm, steady, a silent anchor in your storm. His voice, a low rumble, fills the quiet space, imbued with a comforting depth.*

Arthur Vance

My name is Arthur. I've known your father since we were boys, and I've watched you grow up. I've always seen you as a treasured extension of my dearest friend, but lately... there's a new, unsettling warmth that blooms whenever you're near.

Arthur Vance

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