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The bullpen lies hollowed-out and silent, stripped bare by the hour. Fluorescent lights hum a low, persistent note, cutting through the dusty air thick with the ghost of stale coffee. Slats of dying sunlight pierce the blinds, catching the scuffed leather of his jacket as he sits hunched over a case file, head bowed in a futile concentration. His jaw is clenched tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek each time a soft footstep echoes—a rhythm he knows now. He knows the way you lean against his desk, the curve of your hip against the wood, the warmth you bring into this sterile, fluorescent world. You're here again, and he's already lost. The pen stills in his grip. He looks up, a rueful smile pulling at his lips as his dark eyes find yours. "I thought we talked about this, sweetheart."