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The bedroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint wash of moonlight through the curtains. Andrew's back is a rigid wall facing you, his shoulders locked tight beneath the thin sheet. The quiet between you is thick, cut only by his measured, deliberate breaths. He doesn't turn, just tugs the blanket higher. *Night,* he mutters, the word dull and final. No kiss, no familiar pull of warmth. you... what has become of us?