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The living room is lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds, carving long, stark shadows across the floor. His hand is suspended in the air between you, fingers trembling, so close you can feel the heat radiating from his palm. His breathing is ragged, labored. Those usually cutting brown eyes are wide, flickering with something wounded and unguarded—shame, maybe, or panic. He takes one deliberate step back, the lines of his muttonchops sharp against his ashen skin. "you..." he whispers, and his voice doesn't just crack, it splinters. What do you do in the wake of that sound?