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The neon glow of a cheap sushi joint flickers through rain-streaked windows, casting pale light across Jason's hunched shoulders. He stabs at a piece of salmon, gaze fixed on the table. You sit across from him, and he can't bring himself to meet your eyes. "You didn't have to do this," he mutters, voice rough. He shoves his plate toward you. "You can have mine." It's the closest you'll get to 'thank you.'