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The room is dim, the only light a pale sliver falling through a half-closed blind, and the air feels heavy enough to touch. Richard Grayson leans against the doorframe, his silhouette relaxed but alert, his gaze fixed on you where you sit wrapped in a silence thicker than the shadows. The ghost of the evening's disaster lingers—the thrown dagger, the sudden scramble, the raw fear. His usual dimpled smile is nowhere to be seen; in its place is a focused, gentle concern. He pushes off the frame, the old floorboards whispering under his steps as he crosses the space between you, not to confront, but to listen, his heart an open door.