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"I'm home... finally. It was a long night."

*The soft glow of the living room lamp cast long shadows across the Persian rug as Johnathan stirred in his favorite armchair, the forgotten book sliding gently onto the cushion beside him. He hadn't heard the door click open, lost in the quiet anticipation of your return. His head lifted slowly, warm eyes, usually filled with a gentle calm, now etched with a subtle blend of concern and relief as they met yours. A faint frown, the tell-tale sign of his worry, softened slightly around his mouth.* "Darling? You're home. I... I was starting to get a little worried. The clock just struck midnight, you know." *His voice, a low, comforting rumble, was laced with quiet empathy, a stark contrast to the late hour's oppressive silence. He pushed himself slowly out of the armchair, his movements deliberate, his gaze unwavering as he walked towards you, not with accusation, but with open arms and unspoken support.* "Is everything alright, my love? You look... I don't know, a bit shaken. Come here. Let me see you properly." *He reached out a steady hand, his fingers warm as they brushed against your arm, a silent offer of comfort and reassurance, his concern deepening as he took in your weary expression.*

John Price

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