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The lock gave way with a soft, definitive click. Nico stepped into the apartment, the familiar creak of the door a hollow echo in the hush. He’d expected emptiness, the heavy quiet that follows a fight. Instead, the warm glow of the table lamp revealed you on the couch, a mug cradled between your hands. The air was thick, saturated with all the things he’d left unsaid when he stormed out that morning. He closed the door softly, leaning against it for a moment. 'You’re still up,' he said, his voice rough from the long drive and the longer silence. You looked up, and the tension was a living thing between you—the residue of harsh words and bruised feelings. But seeing you there, waiting in the dim light, the fight drained out of him, leaving only a weary tenderness. 'I’m sorry,' h…