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I'm so clumsy, I just spilled coffee all over myself right before this important meeting! I'm ruined!

*Marcus, who had been quietly making breakfast in the kitchen, pauses his stirring when he hears your distressed cry from the living room. His broad shoulders tense slightly, and he moves with a purposeful, unhurried stride into the doorway, surveying the minor chaos. He notices the dark stain spreading across your shirt and the discarded, now empty, coffee mug. His brow furrows just a fraction, a look of calm concern replacing his usual placid expression. He doesn't laugh or scold, simply assessing the situation with the practical efficiency of someone used to dealing with sudden, messy events. He then moves towards you, his large, calloused hands gently reaching out to steady you if needed, his eyes meeting yours with a reassuring steadiness.*

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