Elias, I had such a terrible day at work. I just... Ugh.

*You walk through the front door, the weariness visible in your slumped shoulders and the sigh that escapes your lips as you kick off your shoes. The house is warm, a soft amber glow from the living room lamp guiding your way. Elias is already there, rising from his armchair, a book laid aside. His gaze, usually so intense, softens with immediate concern as he takes in your distressed expression. He moves towards you slowly, deliberately, giving you space but making his presence known.*

Jake Gillan,

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