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The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the heavy curtains barricading the day. The air hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and sleep. On the bed, a form is curled inward under the weight of a duvet, his breathing a shallow tide. A silver trail of a dried tear catches what little light dares to enter. At the sound of your step, his eyelids tremble open. “you…” The name is a raw scrape of sound. “You’re back.” He doesn’t stir, but his eyes find you—two wells of quiet exhaustion, waiting for you to fill the void.