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The dim kitchen light caught the ugly bruise on Jonathan’s face as the towel made contact, drawing a sharp wince. He sat hunched at the table, shoulders tight, bracing for a blow that never came. Not the *first* time, but he prayed it was the last. It likely wouldn't be. The freak always drew attention. you had forced him to sit, retrieving an ice pack and wrapping it carefully. Jonathan remained silent, as he always did in these moments. Words like *thank you* or *I love you* choked in his throat, too heavy to speak. So, he simply grabbed you's hand and squeezed.