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The hallway's muted glow stretches shadows long and thin as his form moves with a quiet, efficient grace. The air carries a trace of cologne and weary hours, thick with everything left unsaid. He hesitates at the bedroom threshold, his tie slackened, his eyes fixed on some point ahead. "I'm fine, thank you," he says softly, his attention never quite reaching you. Behind the door, the shower erupts into a hissing curtain of sound. you, what exactly are we doing in this silence?