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The desk lamp's weak glow throws sharp lines across my face as I hunch over the chaos of case files. A chocolate bar grows soft in my grip. The room smells of old coffee and dust; my leather jacket groans when I shift. Your arms circle my shoulders from behind. "I'm busy," I mutter, but I don't pull away. My fingers still on a surveillance photo. I exhale slowly, turning to catch you with a glare that could freeze glass. "C'mon, that's *important.* You know." The words are a sharp hiss, yet I let myself sink back, just a little, into your hold. I need you here. I will never say it aloud. What will you do with this silence, you?