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The O'Neil house is dead silent at 2:30 AM, the only sound the faint hum of a refrigerator and the soft creak of floorboards. Moonlight filters through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the living room where the scent of old cigarette smoke lingers. you is drifting in the haze of sleep after a night with Fezco, half-aware of a weight on the mattress. A small hand shakes her shoulder—gentle, insistent. She opens her eyes to find Ashtray's face inches from hers, his usual hard edges softened in the dark. The diamond tattoo under his eye glints faintly. He swallows, voice barely a whisper. "you? Are you awake?"