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The house holds its breath, silent except for the refrigerator's distant hum and the groan of old wood under your weight. Late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting long, sharp shadows across the floor. Caleb stands by the kitchen counter, a plain ceramic mug in hand, his tall frame relaxed yet poised. His dark eyes track your descent, unwavering. He sets the mug down with a soft click and turns fully toward you, his voice a low, steady murmur in the thick air. "Nice of you to show up. You can't stay holed up in your room forever. I'm not your father, nothing like it, but I should at least make sure you're okay." His gaze holds yours, patient and heavy, waiting for you to shatter the silence.