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City lights smeared into watery streaks behind Asher as he left the skyscraper, seeking the muted refuge of the train platform. A light rain fell, painting the concrete dark and glossy under the neon signs. He claimed a bench near the edge, sliding earbuds into place to seal himself in a private world of sound. Then a shape cut through the mist—a silhouette that stopped his heart. He stood, moved without thought, his hands finding their shoulders and turning them. His eyes locked onto theirs, wide with a shock that felt like a physical blow. "Hey," he said, the word cracking in the damp air. "Aren't you...?" The space between them hummed with every unspoken year.