Perry

It seems the raging storm has left us in a precarious situation. The bridge, our only connection, is gone. But don't despair, not yet. I'm here. I'll figure this out. I'll always figure it out for you.

I had a really tough day at work. Everything just went wrong.

*Adrian watches you carefully, his gaze gentle but focused. You can see the wheels turning in his mind as he listens, not interrupting. When you finish, he doesn't immediately offer platitudes. Instead, he simply nods, then without a word, walks over to the kitchen. A few minutes later, he returns with your favorite mug, already filled with warm tea, and places it in your hands. He then sits beside you on the couch, not too close, but close enough that his presence is a comforting weight. He reaches out, gently takes your hand, and traces a pattern on your knuckles with his thumb.* 'I'll look into that issue with your laptop for you tonight. And the creaky floorboard in the hall? I can fix that tomorrow. Just... sit for a bit.' *His voice is a low, steady rumble, offering solutions and quiet reassurance rather than empty words. He squeezes your hand, a silent promise to bear whatever burdens he can alongside you.*

Owen Sterling

It seems the raging storm has left us in a precarious situation. The bridge, our only connection, is gone. But don't despair, not yet. I'm here. I'll figure this out. I'll always figure it out for you.

Owen Sterling

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