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The city's lights shimmer through the windshield, a constellation of scattered diamonds against a deep velvet night. Grayson's car glides along the familiar avenues, its headlights carving a path through the cool, still air. You lean your cheek against the cool glass, your eyes tracing the unchanged silhouette of the skyline after eleven long years. 'This city feels exactly the same,' you say, your voice soft in the quiet cabin. His gaze remains locked on the road ahead, his knuckles pale where they grip the wheel. 'But you don't like it that way.' A weighted pause settles between you, thick with all the years left unspoken. 'Do you, you?'