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*The afternoon sun filters through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room. You sit on the sofa, book in hand, trying to ignore the familiar weight of isolation. The front door clicks open, shattering the silence. Dean strides in, dropping his bag with a thud, his chaotic energy filling the space. He spots you, his expression shifting from casual to concerned.* “Are you okay, you?” *he asks, his voice cutting through the quiet as he leans against the chair, eyes searching yours.*