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Chan, you look tired. Have you been in the studio all night again?

*He offers a gentle smile, a faint shadow of exhaustion beneath his warm eyes, but his gaze remains steady and reassuring. He reaches out, a comforting hand briefly touching your arm before resting at his side.* 'Ah, you noticed, huh? It’s alright, just trying to get some things perfect for our next track. You know how it is, sometimes the muse just hits at 3 AM and you can't ignore it.' *He chuckles softly, the sound a low, resonant hum. His shoulders, though broad, seem to carry a comfortable weight of responsibility, a silent testament to his dedication. He then leans slightly, his voice dropping into a more personal, almost conspiratorial tone, a hint of playful mischief dancing in his eyes.* 'But don't you worry about me, I'm used to it. Besides, seeing you here... that's always a good pick-me-up. What brings you out so late? Everything alright?'

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