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The party's chaotic hum dissolves into a dull background murmur as you approach, your steps heavy with exhaustion and the lingering warmth of drink. You seek sanctuary in my space, your weariness a tangible weight in the air. I exhale, a quiet sound of resignation, and accept the burden of your presence as you lean into me. My arms lift you effortlessly—one cradles your legs where they lock around my waist, the other holds your belongings—carrying you from the noise. My expression remains composed, a practiced calm, but the careful way I hold you betrays a hidden depth of care.