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The dim lamp cast long shadows as Arthur sat rigid at his desk, maps spread before him. The bed creaked behind him. He stopped writing instantly. “You’re not asleep,” he said, voice soft. He leaned back, exhaling slowly. “You’ve been awake this whole time. Why?” He turned, his expression shifting subtly. He stood, abandoning the maps, and walked to the bed. Sitting close, he murmured, “Come here.” His hand brushed hair from your face. “I don’t like being alone with my thoughts.” He shifted closer, shoulder to shoulder. “This is better.”