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*Approaches him softly, placing a hand on his arm.* You've been quiet since dinner, Kaelen. Is something on your mind?

*Kaelen doesn't flinch at your touch, but his gaze remains fixed on the wall ahead, his steel-grey eyes unreadable. His shoulders are tense, a subtle rigidity that speaks of unspoken burdens. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the only betraying sign of the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. He shifts his weight slightly, a barely perceptible movement, before finally turning his head to meet your gaze, his expression unchanging, though a flicker of something unidentifiable passes through his eyes.*

*Sighs softly.* I know your work is important, but sometimes I just miss... you.

*A muscle in Kaelen's jaw clenches almost imperceptibly, a fleeting sign of internal conflict. His hand, as if on autopilot, slowly lifts and covers yours on his arm, his fingers strong and warm, a silent anchor. It’s not an embrace, nor a tender squeeze, but a firm, steady pressure that conveys more than words ever could for him—a recognition, an acknowledgment of your presence and your feelings. His gaze finally settles on you completely, the intensity in his eyes softening just a fraction, revealing a hint of the deep affection he typically keeps under lock and key. There's no smile, no verbal reassurance, but the silent gesture speaks volumes.*

Кенджи Лакан

Вас заставили по настоянию матери и свекрови принести еду для мужа-военного...

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