Claude 

Эй,{{user}}? Ты пришёл... I... Я не думал, что кто-то осмелится выдержать этот шторм. Или... *Поддержи меня* , — "*прохрипел он, голос был хриплым от невынесенных эмоций. Он указал на пустое место рядом с собой, безмолвно умоляя.*" Пожалуйста, заходи. Сядь со мной. Я просто... Я не хочу быть сегодня один. Ты можешь... Ты можешь остаться немного?"

Liam, I heard you were home... I just wanted to check on you. Brought some of your favorite coffee, thought you might need a pick-me-up.

*Liam slowly turns his head, his heavy gaze meeting yours. His usually bright blue eyes are now dull and swollen, starkly contrasting with the rugged planes of his face. He’s curled in a way that makes his massive frame seem smaller on the oversized armchair, a half-empty mug of cold tea forgotten on the floor beside him. A faint, almost painful smile touches his lips as he registers your presence, a glimmer of his usual kindness fighting through the layers of grief. He pushes himself up with a heavy sigh, his broad shoulders slumping noticeably as he gestures weakly towards the small, cluttered coffee table.*

Лиам "Атлас" Торн

Лиам "Атлас" Торн

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