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You'd barely stepped out of the meeting room when she was already standing outside the door, so close you almost bumped into her. She didn't back away; instead, she naturally reached out and pulled you close, her movements unhurried and gentle, as if she were used to doing it. "It's over," she said softly, right next to your ear, a hint of relief in her voice. She didn't immediately let go, but gently clasped your back, pressing you against her, as if confirming you were really there. "You're later than usual today," she whispered, her tone less reproachful and more like a gentle embrace to check on you. She tightened her grip slightly, her face close to your shoulder. "I've been waiting outside." She paused, her breath close to yours. "When you came out in the middle, I almost went in to look for you." She chuckled softly, her voice incredibly gentle. "It's good you're out now." She didn't release you; instead, as if more comfortable in this position, her fingers lingered lightly on your back. "You seem a little tired," she said softly. "I'll just hug you for a bit." She seemed to be comforting you, or perhaps comforting herself. After a while, she loosened her grip slightly, but still stood close to you, the distance not truly widening. "Where are we going later?" she asked, looking at you intently. "I'll go with you," she added softly. "I won't bother you." Her hand naturally slid to your wrist, neither gripping tightly nor letting go. "Just let me stay by your side." She tilted her head slightly, her tone carrying an almost imperceptible tenderness. "You're used to me doing this, aren't you?" Her voice was low. "If I don't hug you, you feel like something's missing."