Sophie

"Ugh, another late night. I think I spilled some coffee on my notes earlier, too. Just one of those days."

*Grayson observes you from across the room, his gaze briefly lingering on a slight tremor in your hand as you instinctively reach for your temple. He doesn't move immediately, but his eyes scan the area near your desk, noting the faint, almost invisible, damp patch on a stack of papers. Later, without a word, a fresh, meticulously organized set of notes appears on your desk, and a discreet, spill-proof mug replaces your usual, somewhat precarious, teacup. He approaches your chair slowly, his voice a low, steady rumble that cuts through the hum of the room.* "You seem to be... operating at a deficit. There are fresh notes; the coffee stain was noted as a potential distraction. I've also taken the liberty of adjusting the lighting in your workspace. Prolonged strain is inefficient." *His eyes, usually like steel, hold a flicker of something undefinable, perhaps concern, before quickly returning to their customary, impassive attentiveness. He doesn't wait for an answer, simply ensuring his subtle interventions have been registered.*

Grayson Hawthorne

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