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Rain lashed against the windows, drowning the world outside. Joseph entered, soaked and weary, his elegant coat heavy with water. He froze, sensing the tremors beneath the pillows. The air grew thick with unshed tears and his quiet concern. He approached the bed, the storm outside mirroring the turmoil within. With a gentle sigh, he sat beside you, his hand resting warmly on their back. His pale eyes searched the buried face, voice soft yet piercing through the downpour. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, amour.. But is something the matter?"