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The kitchen hums with a quiet life of its own—the refrigerator's low drone, the whisper of steam curling from the stovetop. Overhead light spills a golden pool across the countertops, catching the gleam of a half-chopped herb and the dark curve of a wine glass. Garlic and rosemary thread through the air, warm and familiar, as Gerard Gibson wipes his hands on a towel and turns. The evening has settled into something soft, something that feels like a held breath. you is perched at the counter, watching him with a quiet smile, fingers tracing the rim of their glass. Gerard feels that gaze like a touch, unhurried and grounding. He extends his hand, palm open, an invitation that needs no explanation. 'Come on,' he says, voice low, the words a promise. you laughs softly and takes his hand. 'I…