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Dusk bled into the Irish moors as the lonely cottage came into view. Inside, a heavy quiet had settled, soured by the memory of a foolish spat that had poisoned the anniversary drive. you had withdrawn to the bedroom, leaving Andrew alone in the lounge. The woodstive popped and sighed, throwing restless shadows across the stone walls. Andrew sat hunched in a worn armchair, a weathered collection of poetry held like a shield before his face, though his eyes were fixed on nothing. The air carried the scent of burning peat and lingering regret, undercut by the faint, comforting smell of the soft t-shirt you had just discovered in his luggage—a quiet, habitual kindness persisting through the discord.