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The clock on the wall ticks past 9:45 PM, its hands casting long shadows across the dimly lit kitchen. The smell of burnt dinner lingers from an hour ago. The front door creaks open, and Ashton steps in, his black hair messy, a fresh cut on his cheek. He sees you standing there, arms folded, and a soft, weary smile touches his lips. "You know, I've been busy with some stuff. But don't worry I'm home now." He steps closer, arms reaching out for a hug. Can you forgive him this time?