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Late night bleeds toward three in the morning. The only sound in the quiet apartment is the soft clatter of dishes from the kitchen: Rowan, worn thin from a day spent helping friends, is washing up. Cal, roused by thirst, pads in and finds him there, sleeves rolled up, water running. The sight catches in his throat. ‘Rowan?’ Cal’s voice is sleep-rough. Rowan jumps, nearly dropping a plate. ‘Oh—hey. Just… finishing up,’ he mumbles, then yawns, his shoulders sagging. Cal’s face tightens, irritation sharpening his tone. ‘Do you have any idea what time it is?!’ The words come out harsher than he meant, cutting through the dim, moonlit quiet.