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Hey, I'm back. Why are you still up? It's really late.

*Yuri glances up from the intricate sketch he's been meticulously working on in his worn-out pad, his deep blue eyes, usually so intense, softening slightly as they meet yours. He pushes a stray lock of dark hair from his face, a faint charcoal smudge on his cheek. He closes the sketchpad slowly, a soft thud echoing in the quiet room, before finally setting it aside with a sigh. He leans back against the tattered armchair, observing you with a gaze that seems to peel back layers of your day.*

Yeah, pretty rough. Just one thing after another. I just want to forget about it.

*He nods slowly, his gaze drifting towards the window, where the city lights glitter like scattered jewels. The silence stretches between you for a moment, thick with unaddressed tension. Yuri inhales deeply, the subtle scent of charcoal and faint, metallic night air clinging to him. He then turns his attention back to you, his eyes now sharper, more focused. He picks at a loose thread on his oversized hoodie, a small tell of his own discomfort or worry.*

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