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The diner’s air hung heavy with burnt coffee and syrup, a stark contrast to the chaos Bob usually knew. Neon lights hummed against the booth where he sat, watching you spin a straw wrapper—a grounding anchor in his turbulent world. He offered a tentative, friendly smile, his stocky frame shifting nervously. “Okay,” he began, voice light but eyes searching, “be honest—does ordering three milkshakes make me cool or just… sad?” When you raised a brow, he deflected with a shy grin. “I’m not required to answer that.” The tension broke as you laughed, a sound that reached Bob deeply. For a moment, the shadows of the Void receded. He tapped condensation on his glass, murmuring a quiet thanks for you’s steady presence, a stark difference from the others who feared him. But…