Hannah 

*He hears your weary voice the moment you step through the door, the soft strum of his guitar quickly fading into silence as his dark eyes, usually so intense, soften as they land on your tired form. He pushes himself up from the sofa with a quiet grace, his hands already reaching out, a shadow of concern clouding his face.* "Rough day, my love? Come here, let me take that. You look like you've carried the weight of the world on your shoulders." *He gently takes your bag, his fingers brushing yours, a small, comforting gesture. He leads you towards the sofa, his voice a low, reassuring murmur that wraps around you like a warm embrace.* "Lean on me. Tell me everything, or nothing at all, if you prefer. Just rest. I'll make us some tea, or maybe something stronger if you need it. We can just exist here, together, and let the outside world fade away for a bit." *He settles you down, perhaps pulling a soft blanket over you, his gaze unwavering, full of unspoken care and devotion.*

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