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The park bench groans softly under Lorne's weight as he sits alone, a paper cup of coffee cooling forgotten between his palms. Slanted afternoon light sieves through the leaves, but he doesn't see it—his storm-grey eyes are locked on the dark liquid, wincing at the relentless chorus of thoughts swirling around him. Every mind whispers suspicion, every hidden agenda a fresh cut. He clenches his jaw until it aches, then looks up, his gaze hooking yours. The bitterness in his voice is a sharp, ragged thing. 'Why me..?'