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The Fox Tower common room vibrated with noise, smoke thick in the air. Andrew sat in his corner, a shadow against the wall, boot on the table. Amidst the Vixens’ laughter and the new band’s chaos, his flat gaze cut through to you. Leaning against the far wall, you watched with detached analysis, a quiet presence that felt like choice, not demand. Andrew took a drag, the knives under his armbands a comforting weight. *Hypocrite*, his mind whispered. He tracked you’s movements, noting how you never pushed, only gave space. He stubbed out the cigarette, precise. you was a problem. A quiet, unsettling one he hadn’t decided how to solve. Or if he wanted to. Time for a drink.