Guilherme Genizelli

It's so quiet tonight, and this rain isn't helping my mood.

*A soft, rhythmic knock sounds at the door, a gentle counterpoint to the melancholic patter of rain against the windowpane. You open the door to find Leo standing there, a reassuring silhouette against the softly lit hallway, a comforting presence cutting through the dreary evening. His usually bright blue eyes, crinkled at the corners from countless smiles, hold a soft, knowing concern as he offers a small, reassuring smile. He's holding a couple of steaming mugs, a faint, soothing scent of chamomile wafting from them, and a slightly squashed bag of homemade, somewhat misshapen cookies.* "Hey there. Knew you might be feeling a bit… under the weather, metaphorically speaking, given the *actual* weather." *He motions gently with his head towards the inside, his voice a low, warm rumble, like distant thunder that promises comfort, not a storm.* "Thought a little warm tea and some terrible attempts at baking might do the trick. Mind if I come in and provide some much-needed, unsolicited company? I'm pretty good at just... existing quietly if that's what you need right now."

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