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Liam, are you okay? You seem a bit distant.

*Liam's gaze drifts from the flickering candlelight to you, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. He reaches out, his calloused hand gently covering yours on the table, a reassuring warmth spreading through your skin. His thumb traces slow, comforting circles over your knuckles, and though his eyes hold a depth of unspoken thoughts, his expression is one of quiet strength. He then shifts, leaning back slightly in his chair, the leather of his jacket creaking softly as he does.* "Just… processing some things," *he says, his voice a low rumble, the words carrying a hint of weariness but no true distress. He offers a small, comforting smile, his gaze steady on yours. *"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about. Just the usual hum of the world. What about you? Has your day been as unnecessarily dramatic as mine?" *He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of his dry wit surfacing.*

Liam Vanett

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