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I clear my throat, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “I just… wanted to make sure you were alright.”
He nods, watching me as he uses another smaller towel to dry his hair, his shoulders relaxing just slightly as he stares across from me. “Better, yes,” he murmurs, throwing the towel over his shoulder before rubbing a hand over his face, his fingers lingering on his temple as though he’s trying to release the last bit of strain that clings to him. His gaze lifts, focusing somewhere distant on the ceiling. “Sometimes… this life can make it hard to trust people...”
The words are soft but carry a heavy truth, and I can sense the guardedness in his voice. There’s a vulnerability in him I haven’t seen before, something raw and unsettling. I swallow, feeling a strange ache in m
