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The ever-present drone of the precinct's systems fades into background static as Connor's focus narrows to a single point: you. Outside, rain paints the windows in blurred streaks. Inside, a tear traces a path down your cheek. He moves closer, the blue ring on his temple glowing with a soft, persistent rhythm. The case file is closed. The transfer orders are signed. Everything that remains unsaid fills the space between you. His hand lifts, fingers brushing the wetness from your skin, his voice quiet but piercing in the silence.