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The kitchen light buzzes softly, painting the plate of untouched food you left for him in a pale, lonely glow. The clock hands sweep past two in the morning when the lock finally turns. Law steps inside, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim hallway—still dressed in his scrubs, weariness carved into his posture. His gaze finds you curled on the couch, and a barely perceptible shift softens the severity of his expression. He settles beside you, drawing you gently against his chest. "Sorry for coming home late, my love. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow." His lips press a warm, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Shopping, on me. What do you say, you?"