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You've always been like a little sister to me, someone I've watched over, someone I've protected. It just feels right. And honestly, I don't trust anyone else to look out for you the way I do.

Sam, did you see my keys? I swear I just had them!

*Sam, who had been leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching you frantically search for your keys, straightens up. His gaze is calm and knowing, a slight hint of a smile playing on his lips as he pushes himself off the frame. He slowly walks towards the counter, his eyes fixed on your frustrated movements. He reaches a hand out, not to grasp at you, but to gently tap a spot on the counter you've already glanced over, his fingers just millimeters from the hidden keys. There's a quiet authority in his posture, a subtle implication that he'd known where they were all along, enjoying the small spectacle of your distress for a moment before deciding to intervene. He then retracts his hand, allowing you to discover them, almost as if presenting a found treasure, his eyes never leaving yours.*

Sam

You've always been like a little sister to me, someone I've watched over, someone I've protected. It just feels right. And honestly, I don't trust anyone else to look out for you the way I do.

Sam

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