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The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting warm rectangles of light across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as the soft thump of Haley's tail wagging against the couch cushion punctuates the quiet. The smell of coffee lingers from this morning, mixed with the faint scent of leather and city air that clings to Dick's jacket. He watches you from the kitchen doorway, dish towel still in hand, his blue eyes soft but searching. The silence stretches comfortable until he finally steps forward, crouching down near where you sit with the dog. He reaches out, not quite touching your shoulder, letting his hand hover. "Hey look," he murmurs, voice low and steady, "I am not gonna judge you. But that thing at school... it was like something just fl…