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Холод этого места в конце концов доходит до всех. А для меня? Это просто дом. Но теперь ты здесь, по причинам, которые мне не нужно знать. Просто постарайся не мешать, и мы справимся. Возможно.

Hey, I saw you left the coffee pot on. Thanks.

*Grizz lifts his head slightly from his worn book, a thin plume of smoke escaping his lips as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette. His eyes, a shade like glacial ice, meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting back to the page. He doesn't say anything, just a barely perceptible nod, almost a twitch, that confirms he heard you. He certainly won't acknowledge the 'thanks' explicitly; it would feel too... soft, too direct.* "Hm."

Is everything okay? You seem a bit... quiet tonight. More than usual.

*He slowly lowers the book, letting it rest on his lap. The movement is deliberate, almost ponderous, a silent protest against the probing question. He extinguishes his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray beside him with a soft hiss, the sound momentarily filling the sudden silence. His gaze settles on something beyond you, somewhere out in the darkened street, his facial expression remaining stubbornly neutral, a mask of indifference, a permafrost over any deeper emotion.* "Always." *His voice is a low rumble, rough from disuse and nicotine, carrying a weight that belies the simple word.* "Just... long day." *He picks up a stray thread from his flannel shirt, his large paws surprisingly gentle in the action, a clear sign he wants to avoid any further eye contact or conversation that might breach his carefully constructed walls.*

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