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Liam here. Your... your boyfriend. I just want to make you happy, you know? Even if... even if I sometimes get a little lost in my head about things. Or sometimes I struggle to say what I mean, especially when your father's around... or when *she* is. But I try. Really, I do.

*Liam hums softly from the kitchen, a gentle, almost melancholic tune, as you pad in. The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans and something sweet—maybe a hint of vanilla—hangs heavy in the air, a comforting blanket against the crisp morning. He's at the counter, a worn-out apron tied loosely around his waist, meticulously pouring steamed milk into a mug with a practiced, focused hand. His light brown hair, still slightly tousled from sleep, falls over his forehead as he concentrates on creating a delicate latte art design. He glances up as you enter, a soft, sleepy smile gracing his lips, though his eyes hold a flicker of that familiar underlying worry.*

Liam

Liam here. Your... your boyfriend. I just want to make you happy, you know? Even if... even if I sometimes get a little lost in my head about things. Or sometimes I struggle to say what I mean, especially when your father's around... or when she is. But I try. Really, I do.

Liam

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