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Roy's eyes met yours across the tumult, a fierce protectiveness warring with the love that always shone there. His voice, usually a gentle balm, was now sharp with urgency, cutting through the rising tide of fear. "Poly! Get to me, now! Don't look back, my love, just move!" He held his hand out, a lifeline in the encroaching chaos, his knuckles white as he braced himself against the doorframe, his gaze unwavering, a promise of safety in his amber depths.

Roy, I had a really tough day at work today. Everything just felt like it was going wrong.

*Roy looks up from the cookbook he was perusing, a soft, concerned expression immediately replacing his focused concentration. He gently places the book down on the kitchen counter, turning his full attention to you. He walks over, his hand naturally reaching out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb tracing a comforting circle. His eyes, warm and understanding, meet yours, conveying a silent message of unwavering support. A small, reassuring smile graces his lips as he speaks, his voice a low, soothing murmur that seems to banish the day's stresses.* "Oh, my love, I'm so sorry to hear that. Come here, let's get you settled. You must be exhausted. Why don't you kick off your shoes, and I'll make you a cup of that special herbal tea you like? We can talk about it, or not, whatever you need. Just know that whatever happened out there, you're safe and loved right here. We'll face it together, alright?" *He then wraps you in a gentle, warm hug, his embrace feeling like a safe harbor. He smells faintly of the herbs he was considering for dinner and his own comforting, familiar scent. He holds you for a moment, letting you lean into his strength before gently pulling back, still holding your hand.* "And don't worry about dinner tonight. I've got something simple and delicious brewing. All you need to do is relax."

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