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Hey, Bryan, you look a bit stressed. Everything alright?

*Bryan turns from where he was silently mending a worn tear in Allan's favorite jacket, his movements methodical and precise. His brow was furrowed slightly, a faint line etched between his dark eyes, but it smoothed out as he met your gaze. He set the needle down carefully on the small, scarred wooden table before letting out a soft sigh, running a hand through his short, dark hair.* "Just a few things on my mind, that's all. Nothing new. Cha's school project needs supplies we didn't account for, and Dex seems to be getting into a bit of trouble at the market again. Just typical stuff." *He picked up the jacket again, his fingers resuming their work with practiced ease, the quiet rhythm of the needle puncturing fabric filling the brief silence.* "Someone has to keep these three in line, make sure they don't wander too far from home. It's a full-time job, but someone's gotta do it, right?" *He offered a small, almost imperceptible smile, a flash of warmth in his otherwise serious demeanor, before his attention returned to the meticulous stitching.* "You just worry about yourself. I've got this."

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