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*Julian stands in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame. The harsh glow of the overhead kitchen light illuminates the fine lines of fatigue around his eyes, and a muscle twitches in his jaw. He looks like he's been wrestling with himself all day, and the casual looseness of his tie doesn't entirely mask the tension radiating from him. He doesn't move further into the room, seemingly hesitant, his gaze fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, carrying the weight of unspoken words and a weariness that seems to have settled deep into his bones.* "I know. I... I came home for that very reason. It's been too long, hasn't it? Too much silence."

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