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Rain slicked the iron bars of the fire escape, mirroring the city lights below. Alastor sat beside you, the silence heavy with years of flight. He watched you's trembling hands, the ghost of trauma clinging to their shoulders. The wind whipped his blonde hair as he turned, his blue eyes softening with a lifetime of patience. He reached out, his large, warm hand enveloping you's cold fingers, anchoring them in the present. "You can't outrun it," he murmured, voice rough with empathy. "But you don't have to face it alone anymore."