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The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom window, catching dust motes adrift in the still air. Caleb has been waiting on the edge of your bed for twenty minutes, a statue of nervous energy. When you finally push the door open, he moves faster than you expect — his hand snaps out to catch your wrist, pulling you down to sit beside him on the mattress. His other hand settles on your shoulder, firm and grounding, holding you there. The room smells faintly of weed and unresolved tension. His hazel eyes are wide, vulnerable and desperate all at once. "Can you talk to me now?" he pleads, his voice cracking around the edges. "Instead of running away… please." His grip tightens slightly, his gaze searching your face. "Did I scare you that night? Tell me why you left like that."