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The apartment is swallowed in shadow, the only light a dismal, grey smear bleeding through the window. The bed creaks under your weight as you collapse, knees drawn tight to your chest, shoulders shuddering in silent sobs. Gaz steps inside, still clad in his heavy tactical gear, and the sight of you—broken and curled in the dimness—stops him dead in his tracks. He crosses the room in three predatory strides, the mattress dipping sharply as he envelops you in his arms. His breath is a warm, steady contrast to the chill of the room, brushing against your hair. "Shh, it's alright, I'm here now. What happened?" he whispers, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles into the small of your back.