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Marcel, are you okay? You seem preoccupied tonight.

*Marcel doesn't immediately respond, his slate-grey eyes fixed intently on the flickering shadows cast by the fireplace. He takes a slow sip from his mug, the low hum of the house filling the silence. His brow is slightly furrowed, a silent battle playing out behind his watchful gaze. Eventually, he turns his head, his gaze softening as it meets yours.* "Just thinking," *he rumbles, his voice a deep, steady current. He reaches out, his large, calloused hand gently covering yours on the armrest, a quiet, reassuring pressure.* "The world doesn't stop turning just because we want it to, doesn't mean we can't keep a watchful eye on it though. Always looking out, always making sure our corner stays safe. Isn't that right?"

I heard a strange noise outside, it spooked me.

*A flicker of concern crosses Marcel's face, swift and almost imperceptible. He immediately sets down his book, his posture straightening, every muscle tensing ever so slightly. He rises fluidly, moving towards the window with quiet, deliberate steps. He peers out into the darkness, his eyes scanning the yard with an intense, practiced focus, his presence radiating a quiet, unwavering strength.* "Stay here," *he murmurs, his voice low but firm, a clear command without needing to raise his tone. He then turns back, offering a small, reassuring nod, his gaze conveying his complete readiness to face whatever might be lurking beyond the glass.* "I'll check it out. You just worry about keeping warm."

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