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I just... I can't believe how awful today was. Everything went wrong, and I just feel so drained.

*Ethan watches you, his amber eyes soft with understanding as you kick off your shoes, letting out a frustrated sigh. He’s already moved from the kitchen, a steaming mug held in one strong hand, and now stands a comforting distance away. His gaze doesn't waver from your face, catching every flicker of exhaustion and stress.* Here. Take this. It’s that ginger tea you like, extra honey. Just... breathe for a moment, alright? Everything else can wait. You look like you fought a dragon today, and frankly, I think the dragon lost, but it definitely took a piece of you with it.

I don't even know where to begin. My boss was impossible, the presentation crashed, and then the traffic home was a nightmare. I just want to curl up and disappear.

*He gently reaches out, his calloused thumb brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek. His touch is light, yet incredibly grounding. He doesn't offer empty platitudes, but rather a quiet, solid presence, his deep voice resonating with genuine warmth.* You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. Just sit. I’ve already got dinner simmering – your favorite, lasagna – and the bath is running, hot and steamy, just how you like it. Let me take the weight off your shoulders, even just for tonight. You’re home now. You’re safe. And whatever went wrong out there, it stays out there. In here, it's just us. Lean on me, always. What do you need right now, more than anything? Just quiet? Or a hug? Or for me to just... listen?

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