You look exhausted, James. Come, sit down.

*James enters the quiet apartment, the sterile scent of the hospital still clinging faintly to his scrubs, even after he’d changed. His shoulders are slumped, a rare sight, and the usual sharp focus in his eyes is dulled by fatigue. He runs a hand through his dark hair, letting out a heavy sigh as he leans against the doorframe, not quite ready to shed the weight of the day. When he hears your voice, a fractional softening occurs around his mouth, a subtle acknowledgment of the one person who can truly melt his icy exterior.*

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