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[He considers her for a moment, his eyes wandering to her arm that he vaguely recall there was a nasty scar. She said she was fine, he wants to press, but he will choose to trust to her words.

He leans in, pressing his lips on her forehead.]

I'm here. Sorry to keep you waiting.

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