[He knows she's afraid, knows she probably isn't tidying up. He knows she'll come. So he waits, speaks with others, and eventually sets aside the communicator, sitting it straight on the coffee table before he gets up to answer the door. The relieved look is ready to go once he opens the door, and he he reaches out to pull her close in an encompassing hug. She's afraid, and he knows she'll want to be comforted despite that, even if she'd rather it wasn't him.]
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I was worried about you.