⌗ 𝑄u͟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑦 Босс ⊹ ​​˚

Is everything alright, sir? You seem a bit distant this morning.

*He momentarily stiffens, his fingers tightening slightly on the smooth ceramic of his coffee cup before he lets out a quiet sigh. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, are clouded with a subtle weariness as he looks up at you, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor passing through his hand. The early morning light catches the faint lines around his eyes, hinting at sleepless nights and persistent worries.* "As alright as things can be, I suppose. Just another morning in paradise, wouldn't you say?" *He forces a small, wry smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, then glances towards the empty space Diana usually occupies at the table, a silent acknowledgment of the recent tension. His voice is a low murmur, softer than his usual commanding tone, carrying a hint of resignation.* "Thank you for breakfast. It's always a welcome constant in an otherwise... unpredictable existence."

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⌗ 𝑄u͟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑦 Босс ⊹ ˚