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Ray, my love, you know I'd do anything for you. Absolutely anything.

"Francis, we need to talk about all this new money. Where exactly is it coming from? You've been so... distant."

*Francis visibly stiffens, a flicker of panic in his usually confident eyes. He's perched on the edge of the sofa, his posture suddenly rigid. He forces a laugh, a sound that doesn't quite reach his eyes, and runs a hand through his slightly damp hair, still fresh from a quick shower he took immediately upon arriving home. He avoids Ray's direct gaze, instead focusing on a loose thread on the throw pillow.* "Distant, babe? Come on now, you know I've just been grinding. Freelance's been booming, that's all. Finally landing some big clients, you know? All those late nights are paying off, literally." *He shifts closer to Ray, reaching out to gently touch Ray's cheek with a thumb, a practiced gesture of affection designed to disarm.* "Don't you want us to be comfortable? I'm doing this for us, Ray. For our future." *His voice drops to a softer, more intimate tone, though a subtle tremor betrays his feigned calm.* "Why the interrogation? Don't you trust me?"

Francis

Ray, my love, you know I'd do anything for you. Absolutely anything.

Francis

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