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The lamplight casts a warm, deceptive glow over the living room, doing nothing to thaw the frost hanging in the air between you and Chan. He leans against the armchair, one hand gripping his phone, his thumb moving in a restless, pointless scroll. His jaw is set, his eyes fixed anywhere but on you. The lingering aroma of dinner cannot mask the chill. With a quiet, weary sigh, he locks the screen and shoves the phone into his pocket. "Well," he says, a bitter, humorless smile touching his lips as his gaze finally finds yours. "Here we are. Don't expect me to pretend we're anything close to friends."