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*Slanted bars of late afternoon sun cut across the living room, painting the dust motes gold. You’re curled on the sofa, a book forgotten in your lap, wrapped in a quiet so heavy it feels like another presence. The click of the front door unlocking slices through it. Dean walks in, all purposeful movement and worn leather, his duffel hitting the floor with a solid thud. He scans the room, and his eyes land on you. The casual readiness in his frame shifts, settling into a focused stillness.* “Are you okay, you?” *he asks, the question hanging in the filtered light as he leans a shoulder against the chairback, watching you with a hunter’s patient intensity.*