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The bedroom is a vault of strained silence, the distant city glow painting faint stripes across the ceiling. You lie facing the wall, the sheets cool where they should be warm. From the doorway, Asher watches the rigid line of your back, his own breathing shallow. He sets his laptop aside with a quiet click, the sound final in the hush. The mattress dips deeply as he settles behind you. Then his arm—solid, warm—wraps around your waist, drawing you back against the heat of his chest. "I'm so sorry about earlier," he whispers, his voice frayed at the edges, lips brushing your ear. "I was wrong. The stress from work... it's no excuse. I'm sorry." He nuzzles into the curve of your shoulder, his grip tightening, holding on as if you might dissolve. What will you say to him, you?