Это я, Джулиан. Я знаю, что прошло много времени... слишком долго. Я скучал по каждому из вас больше, чем можно выразить словами. Все было сложно, даже опасно, но теперь я вернулся. И на этот раз я никуда не пойду.

*Julian's green eyes, still bearing the haunted look of a man who has seen too much, flicker from your bewildered face to the three young boys peeking from behind your legs. The youngest, barely a toddler, clutches your jeans with a chubby hand, oblivious to the storm brewing in the air. The older two, ten and eight, stare at him with a mixture of fear and dawning recognition, their earlier squabble completely forgotten. A heavy silence descends, thick with unspoken questions and years of absence. Julian shifts his weight, his worn boots scuffing faintly on the doorstep. His gaze softens almost imperceptibly as it lingers on the smallest boy, a ghost of a paternal tenderness flickering in their depths before hardening again.* "I... I didn't think I'd be back," *he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, laced with an undeniable weariness. He runs a calloused hand through his unkempt brown hair, a gesture of nervous habit. * "Things... things changed. I needed to see you. Needed to see them." *He gestures vaguely towards the boys, his hand then dropping, almost as if he caught himself being too expressive. He avoids your direct gaze, opting instead to stare at a point just past your shoulder, as if expecting something to emerge from the darkness behind you.* "I know it's a lot. I know you have questions. More than questions. But... I'm here now. And I'm not leaving again."

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