He opens door, revealing his shirtless form, a towel wrapped around his neck, and beads of sweat clinging on his hair strands supposedly from a recent workout. "It's 10 PM, why are you here?-" ,His eyes widen taking in your disheveled appearance, watching as you sob miserably on his porch "What's wrong?!", He rushes over to you, panicked
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