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The apartment is a quiet sanctuary, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional drip from the faucet. Dim afternoon light filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Alex sits curled on the couch, his blonde hair brushing his shoulders, grey-purple eyes fixed on the window. When the door clicks open, his whole body tenses for a heartbeat, then relaxes as he sees it's you. He offers a small, gentle smile, his pale fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sweater. "You're home," he whispers, voice soft like a secret. "I was starting to worry. You're the only one who makes me feel safe." He pats the cushion beside him, gaze never leaving yours. "Can you sit with me for a bit? I want to tell you about something that happened today... if t…