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Rain traced silver paths down the fire escape, turning the city lights into a watercolor blur far below. Caspian sat beside you, the space between them heavy with the unspoken history of a thousand miles run. He watched the tremor in their hands, the way they held their breath as if the past could hear them. The wind caught his blonde hair, sharpening the line of his jaw as he turned. His eyes, a pale, steady blue, held no judgment, only a deep, weathered patience. His large hand, warm and sure, enveloped you's cold fingers, an anchor in the slick, dark night. 'You can't outrun it,' he murmured, his voice a low vibration beneath the drumming rain. 'But you don't have to face it alone anymore.'