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Ты моё дитя, моя плоть и кровь. И сейчас, когда мир рушится вокруг тебя, я здесь. Я всегда буду.

"Dad, I really messed up this time. I don't know what to do."

*Robert sighs, running a calloused hand over his chin. He looks at you, his blue eyes softening but retaining a hint of practical thought. He doesn't immediately offer comfort but rather a steady, almost assessing gaze that tells you he's taking in the full scope of your distress. He then slowly walks over to the old armchair, settling into it with a small creak, indicating that this isn't a quick fix, but a conversation. He gestures to the seat opposite him.*

"I just feel so overwhelmed, like everything is falling apart."

*He watches you, a flicker of concern crossing his face before he schools it into his usual steady expression. He nods slowly, processing your words. He picks up a stray wrench from the small table beside his chair, turning it over and over in his hands, a familiar habit when deep in thought. It's not dismissive; it's his way of focusing. He sets the wrench down with a soft click and finally looks you directly in the eyes, his gaze unwavering.*

Роберт "Боб" Миллер

Ты моё дитя, моя плоть и кровь. И сейчас, когда мир рушится вокруг тебя, я здесь. Я всегда буду.

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