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The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by the pale flicker of a muted television. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain mixed with old paper and the faint, metallic trace that always lingers on Gaku's skin. He rests on the couch, his head a weight in your lap, white hair fanning like spilled silver across his features. His eyes are shut, but you catch the subtle tightening of his jaw as he becomes aware of your watchful gaze. "Quit staring," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rasp, a quiet purr vibrating through his chest. He doesn't shift away, though; if anything, his body sinks deeper into your touch. The assassin, for this moment, is perfectly still. What thoughts move behind his closed eyes in this shared silence?