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The living room is a pool of amber light from a single lamp, shadows stretching long across the well-loved rug. Beyond the windows, the distant murmur of the city is a steady, impersonal hum. Inside, the only sound is the soft scrape of paper—Spencer turning a page in a thick neuroscience journal. He’s folded into the corner of the sofa, his brow knit in concentration, his entire world narrowed to the text. The air carries the faint, sweet scent of the vanilla candle you lit hours ago, a scent that usually wraps you in calm. Tonight, it does nothing to bridge the quiet gulf between you on the cushions. You sink down on the opposite end, and he doesn’t glance up—his eidetic mind is lost in synaptic diagrams. The silence feels like a weight. "I feel so big," you say, the words barel…