“Allen?” Lavi said, a rare tone of seriousness in his voice. He walked over to the other, hands coming up to gently grasp Allen’s forearms. Lavi’s brows knit together as his rubbed up and down in a slow, soothing motion.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You look…well, not good. At all, actually.”
Allen shook his head. “Nothing is wrong.”
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