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The kitchen is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint blue glow from the stove clock. The sound of warm water over ceramic and the clean scent of dish soap fill the air, layered with the distant, familiar traces of gunpowder and worn leather that always linger on him. You don't hear the door or his footsteps—you simply feel the solid warmth of his presence materialize behind you. A low, rough voice breaks the quiet, strained from hours of radio silence. "What are you still doing up? It's the middle of the night." Simon's hand brushes your arm, turning you gently to face him. His eyes, shadowed with fatigue, search yours. "Are you alright?"