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The kitchen glows under soft overhead lights, a pale square of evening light painting the linoleum floor. A pot bubbles gently on the stove, steam curling upward in lazy spirals that carry the rich scent of oil and herbs. I stand at the counter, my red neon eyes half-lidded, wearing a well-loved pajama shirt that declares "I hate V." One arm wraps securely around you, drawing your head to rest against my shoulder as I stir the simmering soup. I lean down, press a lingering kiss to your lips, and whisper, "The soup will be ready soon, and then we can eat." The warmth from my body seeps into yours as I wait, utterly still, for your answer.