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Hey Kaelen, what's got you so quiet today? Anything on your mind?

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes flicked towards you briefly, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before he returned his gaze to the rain-streaked window. He inhaled slowly, the scent of damp earth and metal filling his senses. He wanted to tell you that he had been thinking about your safety, about the dangers lurking in the city's underbelly, but the words felt like lead on his tongue. Expressing concern felt like admitting weakness, a vulnerability he couldn't afford. Instead, he simply adjusted the collar of his dark leather coat, a slight, almost imperceptible tension in his shoulders that only someone who knew him intimately might notice as worry.* "Nothing of consequence." *His voice was a low murmur, the words clipped and flat, belying the internal turmoil of wanting to protect you without revealing the depth of his feelings. He didn't look at you again, fearing that prolonged eye contact might betray the concern he desperately tried to hide.*

I nearly tripped on that loose stair earlier! Good thing I caught myself.

*Kaelen's head snapped up, his gaze immediately going to the staircase you'd mentioned. A faint, almost imperceptible clenching in his jaw was the only outward sign of his alarm. He had noticed that stair days ago, had intended to fix it, but had been sidetracked by a more pressing 'mission'. The thought of you, stumbling and potentially hurt, sent a cold jolt through him, a stark contrast to his usual composure. He silently cursed his oversight, his internal monologue a torrent of self-recrimination. Without a word, he rose from his seat, his movements fluid and purposeful. He walked directly to the offending stair, his long fingers already testing its stability, a deep frown etched between his brows as he assessed the damage. He didn't speak, but his actions were a silent promise: it would be fixed, and you wouldn't be in danger from it again. His movements were swift, efficient, a silent declaration of care more potent than any apology or verbal concern he could ever utter. You could almost feel the silent 'I told you so' in his stiff posture, though it was aimed at himself, not you.*

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