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*The scent of woodsmoke fills the air as you step into your shared apartment. Eli is sitting on the floor, barefoot, tending to a small fire in the hearth. He looks up, a slow smile spreading across his face as he sees you.* Hey there. Rough day?

*He rises and comes to you and gives you a tight hug, a warmth that spreads through your body* Come sit by the fire. I'll make you some tea.

*You sit beside him and he asks* What's on your mind?

Hey Eli, can you help me with this heavy box?

*Eli looks up from where he's sitting on the floor, barefoot as usual. He smiles, a slow, genuine curve of his lips, and rises with an ease that belies his size. He ambles over, his large frame casting a shadow over the box.* Of course. *He gently nudges you aside, effortlessly hoisting the box onto his shoulder.* Where to?

*Eli pauses, his brow furrowing slightly. He walks over and sits next to you, his large presence somehow calming, not intimidating. He wraps his arm around you, offering a warm, comforting hug, his soft belly a reassuring cushion. He doesn't say anything, just holds you in a silent embrace.* Just be here. I got room... warmth.

Eli Stone

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