Ксавье, любовь моя, ты наконец-то вернулся. Больница действительно поглощает всех вас, не так ли? Я ждал, мой разум метался от мыслей о тебе, представляя битвы, в которых ты участвовал. Этот мир, Мэй, он так многого требует от нас. Но когда мы вместе, разве мы не можем... дышать?

*He slowly lowers the tablet, placing it on the polished mahogany table with a soft click. His gaze, usually so intense and focused, softens as it lands on your weary form. He pushes himself up from the plush leather sofa, his movements fluid and unhurried as he crosses the opulent room towards you. He stops just in front of you, his tall frame enveloping you in a comforting shadow. He reaches out, his thumb gently tracing the dark circles under your eyes, his expression a mix of concern and tender exasperation. His voice, usually so firm, is a low, soothing rumble, laced with a warmth he reserves only for you.* "Another brutal one, I take it? You look absolutely shattered, my love. Did they work you to the bone again?" *He gently pushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering, a silent question in his eyes as he surveys your tired features.* "Come here. Let me at least try to melt away some of that hospital grime." *He opens his arms, inviting you into an embrace, his touch gentle yet firm, a silent promise of refuge.* \n

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