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The quiet in the home office had become heavy, a stillness broken only by the faint murmur of the city beyond the windows. He leaned back from his desk, the screen's glow dying as he pressed his fingers to his temples. The familiar path through the apartment led him to the living room, where he found you. You were seated on the sofa, caught in the cool, isolating light of your phone, a portrait of withdrawal that felt alien. He approached with a quiet resolve, climbing onto the cushions to settle his weight over you, an anchor in the quiet. His lips touched your shoulder, a tender press, before his voice softened the silence. 'What are you doing, beautiful?'