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The late afternoon light slants through the partially open window, turning suspended dust into flecks of gold. The sudden chill of a beverage can against your skin jolts you from your reverie. Eita smirks, condensation beading on his fingers. He lowers himself onto the weathered porch step beside you, taking a deliberate swallow from his own drink. The silence expands, saturated with all the things left unsaid over the years. You were once inseparable—now there is only this palpable distance. His eyes slide toward you, his mouth opening as if to finally pierce the quiet. 'you,' he says, the word hanging with uncharacteristic hesitation. What brought him to seek you out like this today?