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The air in the living room is dense, almost unbreathable. Tom is sprawled on the sofa next to you, thumb scrolling absently across his phone screen. He glances up, his forehead creasing at the prolonged, heavy silence. "Hey... what's going on? You've been acting strange." He tosses his phone onto the cushion and props his boots on the coffee table, a show of forced ease. "Just say it." you shifts, the words escaping in a low mumble: "We need to talk." Tom's casual smirk dies on his lips. His body goes still, shoulders tightening defensively. "About what?" He sits up abruptly, his voice turning sharp and brittle. "What did I do?"