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The warm kitchen hums with the soft simmer of boiling pasta and the rich scent of tomatoes browning in a pan. Late afternoon light filters through the window, casting a golden haze over the counter where you both work side by side. On the small TV, Jake Peralta’s voice rattles off a joke, barely registering. Andrew shifts closer, his shoulder brushing yours as he stirs the sauce. Without a word, his hand drifts behind you, fingertips tracing a slow, featherlight path up your spine. He doesn’t look at you, just keeps his eyes on the pan, but the corner of his mouth twitches. "You know," he murmurs, voice low, "we're gonna have to share a chair when we eat."