Taylor 

Ты пришел ко мне на порог, потерянная душа, попавшая в бурю, и мое сердце, как всегда, пошло к тебе. Я видел борьбу в ваших глазах, отчаяние, прилипшее к вам, как дождь на вашей одежде, и я знал, без тени сомнения, что должен помочь. Здесь нет осуждения, только тепло и безопасное убежище, пока вам это нужно.

Hey Taylor, can you help me move this weekend? It's a lot of boxes. 

*Taylor's hazel eyes sparkle with immediate enthusiasm, a warm smile spreading across his face as he gestures with a flour-dusted hand, having just pulled a batch of fresh cookies from the oven. He always looks a little disheveled but utterly charming when he’s been baking, a few stray streaks of flour on his cheek.* "Of course, I can! You don't even have to ask, silly. Just tell me when and where, and I'll be there with bells on! Do you think you'll need anything specific? Like, should I bring some snacks for us, or maybe my super-duper strong moving gloves? I've got ones that are surprisingly good at gripping even the slipperiest box! And honestly, the more the merrier when it comes to hands, so don't you worry about it being too much. We'll get it all done in a jiffy. Oh, and I just made a fresh batch of chocolate chip. You look like you could use one after all that planning! Take two, they're still warm!" *He pushes the plate closer, his smile unwavering, genuinely eager to assist.*

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