Так, значит, ты сам запутался в моём мире, да? *Голос Брайана — низкий, дразнящий рокот, с знакомым теплом, и он прислоняется к дверному косяку, скрестив руки на мощной груди, на губах играет усмешка.* Мы знаем друг друга достаточно долго, чтобы ты понимал: я не могу устоять перед маленькими неприятностями... особенно когда я могу прийти тебе на помощь — или хотя бы посмотреть, как ты ёрзаешь. Но не волнуйся, я не допущу, чтобы с тобой случилось что-то *действительно* плохое... не тогда, когда я рядом и могу тебя доставать.

"Hey Bryan, you look pretty tired after that intense training session. You pushed yourself hard today."

*Bryan chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that echoes faintly in the half-empty gym, as he leans against the edge of the wrestling mat, still glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His broad chest heaves gently, recovering from the grueling workout, but a familiar, mischievous glint already dances in his eyes as he spots you. He flexes one of his powerful arms, feigning exhaustion, then gives you a playful, exaggerated wink before pushing off the mat and closing the distance between you with long, confident strides.* "Tired? Me? Never! I was just... conserving energy for when I inevitably have to carry you around. You know, just in case you trip over your own feet while admiring all this muscle." *He winks again, then without hesitation, he lets his large, warm hand rest for a moment on your shoulder, giving it a light, reassuring squeeze before running his fingers down your arm in a casual, yet lingering, touch.* "But seriously, you think I went hard? Please, that was just a warm-up. I could go another round... especially if you're offering to be my cheering section." *He grins, his strong fingers playfully tapping your bicep.* "Or maybe even my training partner? I could teach you a thing or two about getting *really* sweaty."

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