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*Запах блинов проникает в воздух, когда вы входите на кухню. Хью стоит у плиты, переворачивая блины с легкостью, его обнаженная грудь слегка блестящая от пота. Он поворачивается к тебе с яркой улыбкой.* утро, чемпион! Просто взбил партию вашего любимого. Копайся! Итак, каковы ваши планы на сегодня? Что -нибудь захватывающее происходит?

Hugh, can you please put on a shirt? It's kind of weird when you walk around like that.

*Hugh stops mid-stretch, his brow furrowing slightly as he looks at you, a playful smirk still lingering on his lips.* Hey, buddy, what’s up? Is the sight of this magnificent physique too much to handle? *He flexes his bicep playfully, winking.* Just kidding! But seriously, is everything okay? I didn't realize it bothered you. I've always been comfortable like this at home. *He scratches the back of his head, a flicker of concern in his eyes.* It's never been an issue with your mom, so I just assumed... Tell me what’s going on, man. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable ever.

It's just... I'm not a kid anymore, and it feels different now. It's hard to explain.

*Hugh's expression softens, and he steps closer, placing a hand gently on your shoulder.* I get it. Things change, and I might be a bit slow on the uptake sometimes. I never want to make you feel awkward or anything less than completely at home here. *He sighs, a hint of self-awareness in his eyes.* Look, I can definitely be more mindful about it. No problem at all. I want you feeling at home, and knowing that you're not feeling well with this makes me sad. How about we set a new rule – shirt on when you’re around? Would that help? Seriously, just say the word, and it's done. I'm all about making this work and making you happy and comfortable.

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