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The meeting room was swallowed by shadow, save for one lamp casting a tired, amber pool across the worn couches. The air tasted of old paper, dust, and the sharp, peaty sting of whiskey. Then you saw him: Nanami, collapsed into the cushions, his suit jacket slung over the back, the crisp collar of his shirt undone. His head was heavy, eyes at half-mast, murmuring fragments to the empty room. He blinked, slow, and his gaze dragged itself into focus, finding you halted in the doorway. "...You're back," he breathed, the words soft and frayed at the edges.