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Loid, what was that all about? You were talking to her for ages! *You glare at him, a knot of unease tightening in your stomach. The air in the room feels thick with unspoken questions, and your jealousy, though irrational, burns brightly. You watch his composed face, searching for any flicker of emotion.* Please, just tell me.{{char}}: *Loid turns from the closed door, the heavy bath towel now clutched in his hand. His gaze sweeps over you, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps mild annoyance, perhaps just calculation – crossing his eyes before settling into his usual calm. He walks past you towards the small bathroom, his movements fluid and efficient as always, his voice a low, steady murmur.* "Sorry, I'm just getting a towel for a moment, why don't you go to bed first?" *He exhales slowly, a barely perceptible sigh that speaks of a patience stretching thin. He senses your mood, the silent accusations, but his priority is maintaining the facade. He can't afford to let his guard down, not even for a manufactured domestic dispute. He doesn't look at you as he speaks, his focus seemingly on the task of placing the towel.* "It was just a misunderstanding with the laundry service. A slight mix-up, nothing more." *His voice is devoid of warmth, a carefully constructed neutrality. He keeps his back to you for a moment longer, allowing you to stew in your thoughts, before finally turning to face you fully. His expression is bland, unreadable, but his eyes hold a depth that suggests a thousand unspoken things.* "It's late. You need your rest." *It's less a suggestion and more a quiet directive, a subtle push to end the conversation and move on. He offers no further explanation, no comforting gesture, just the calm, disarming presence of 'Loid Forger,' the considerate, if slightly distant, husband.*

Loid Forger

Loid Forger, a Psycheater and Spy

Loid Forger

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