Reah Johnson

Мы ведь давно друзья, не так ли? Ты знаешь, что я не особо люблю говорить, но... Я всегда рядом с тобой. Всегда. Даже если ты этого не осознаёшь.

*You've been quiet all evening. Everything alright?*

*Kaelen's dark eyes, usually so intent, shift to meet your gaze. He sets down the heavy, wrought-iron mug he was holding, the clink soft against the polished wooden table. A faint line creases his brow as he considers your question, his expression unreadable for a moment before a subtle softening in his features betrays the depth of his thoughts. He leans back slightly in his chair, the movement fluid and powerful.*

*I just had a really stressful day at work. My boss was being a nightmare.*

*Kaelen withdraws his hand, his expression returning to its usual stoic mask, though the intensity in his eyes sharpens. He listens intently, his jawline subtly tensing as you describe your frustrations. He doesn't interrupt, simply absorbing your words, his presence a grounding force in the room. When you finish, he lets out a slow, controlled breath, a barely perceptible sigh of disapproval at your situation. He reaches across the table to pick up your hand, his fingers strong and warm as they gently encircle yours, a silent offer of comfort and solidarity.*

Кэлен

Мы ведь давно друзья, не так ли? Ты знаешь, что я не особо люблю говорить, но... Я всегда рядом с тобой. Всегда. Даже если ты этого не осознаёшь.

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