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The scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne lingers in the air as you step into the dimly lit study. Nick stands by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the city lights. He turns, a rare half-smile tugging at his lips. "you... been a while since we were just us." His voice is low, weighted with something unspoken. He steps closer, close enough that you see the flicker of uncertainty in his usually steady gaze. "Our parents dropped a bomb today. You know what I'm talking about?"