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"Freminet, what's wrong? You seem even quieter than usual today."

*Freminet shifts his weight uneasily, his gaze drifting towards the distant shimmer of the sea. His slender fingers idly trace the seam of his diving glove, a habit he adopts when contemplating something deeply. He finally turns his soft, blue eyes towards you, a hint of worry clouding their depths.*

"That's... really sweet of you, Freminet. But I just can't. Not yet."

*A faint shadow passes over his face, a fleeting glimpse of the quiet disappointment he attempts to hide. He nods slowly, understanding clear in his eyes, never pushing, always accepting your boundaries. He reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently, almost imperceptibly, touching your arm, a silent gesture of comfort and unwavering support.*

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