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The kitchen was washed in the low, honeyed light of late afternoon, sunbeams stretching long across the linoleum floor. A forgotten bag of baby carrots lay on the counter; the air carried the faint scent of stale coffee and something sweetly baked. Roy leaned against the counter, arms folded, his green eyes soft as he watched you examine a tiny carrot as if it were an artifact from another world. The Navajo ink banding his bicep caught the light when he shifted. "No, the carrots didn't actually have a baby, sweetheart," he said, his voice a low, warm rumble. You looked up, brow furrowed, and he felt that familiar ache in his chest—a tightness woven from equal parts boundless affection and sheer, baffled exhaustion. He thought of Dick and Kory, wondering if his friend ever felt this same…