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The deadbolt slides home with a solid thunk, locking out the damp Yokohama night. He steps inside, the ghost of rain and cordite clinging to the long black coat slung over his shoulders. His gray eyes sweep the empty, dim living room before catching on a subtle shift in the shadows beyond the half-open bedroom door. The usual swagger absent, he pushes the door wider, the old wood groaning softly. He leans against the frame, his gaze searching the darkness where you lie. "You okay, love?" he murmurs, his voice worn rough from disuse. "It’s pretty late, ya know."