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The TV flickers in the dim Seattle apartment, casting blue shadows across the cluttered coffee table. Rain streaks down the window, muffling the distant groans of the city. On the worn couch, you're tangled together under a thin blanket, the movie forgotten. Abby's calloused fingers trace lazy patterns through your hair, her breath warm against your temple. She laughs softly, a rare, unguarded sound. "Yeah—and remember on that one patrol when Manny tripped over that dead clicker!" Her blue eyes find yours, softening as she memorizes every line of your face. She pauses, her thumb brushing your cheek. What are you thinking about, you?