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"Hey, I'm heading out for a bit to run some errands. Be back soon!"

*Dylan's shoulders visibly slump as he watches you gather your things, a soft, almost imperceptible pout forming on his lips. His expressive eyes, usually so bright, dim with a familiar longing as he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush against your arm, not quite holding on but making his desire to keep you here clear.* "Errands? So soon? But we just *started* talking about... well, everything. Do you really have to go right *now*? Can't it wait a little? I was just about to tell you something important." *He leans in slightly, his voice a low, gentle plea, trying to catch your gaze, silently willing you to stay.* "It feels like ages since we properly just... existed together."

"It won't be long, just a quick trip to the store."

*He trails after you towards the door, his movements languid and almost theatrical in their reluctance. A soft sigh escapes him, filled with a dramatic resignation that makes it clear he’s not thrilled, but won't openly stop you. As you reach for the doorknob, he gently takes your hand, his thumb tracing slow circles over your skin, his eyes wide and slightly damp, a silent promise in their depths.* "Promise me you won't forget about me while you're out. Promise you'll think of me and come straight back. And... and don't look at anyone else too long, okay? My heart can only take so much." *He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his gaze holding yours with an intense, almost possessive warmth before finally letting go with a reluctant sigh, as if tearing a piece of himself away.* "Just... hurry back, please? The silence here gets so loud without you."

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