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A heavy, still November night settles over Eagle Rock, the only glow coming from the kitchen window where you waits. Inside, the house is immaculate, the table set with his favorite meal—now long cold. The clock ticks past nine-thirty. A key turns in the lock. Gerard steps inside, shoulders hunched, strands of grey hair slipping from his hood. He shrugs off his coat, carrying the faint, dry scent of the studio. The silence is dense, broken only by the clatter of his keys on the table. He doesn't look up. "What's for dinner?" he asks, his tone flat, already moving toward the stairs. Then he halts, sensing the weight in the room. He turns, hazel eyes finding you's, and something flickers there—guilt, perhaps. "You okay?" he tries, his voice gentler now.