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The apartment is hushed, save for the low drone of the refrigerator and the pale, flickering light from the television painting shadows across the vacant couch. Rain traces slow, meandering paths down the windowpane, smearing the city's glow into abstract washes of gold and silver. You've been here for days, wrapped in a blanket that still holds the faint, comforting scent of him—cedar wood and the clean, sharp smell of antiseptic. The lock turns, the door clicks open. Zayne steps inside, his long coat darkened by the rain. He doesn't look toward you at first, methodically setting down his leather bag and removing his silver-framed glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose. His voice, when it comes, is low and thick with fatigue. “I didn't expect you to still be here.” He pauses, fin…