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The kitchen is a sanctuary of gentle light and the comforting, rich aroma of béchamel and toasted breadcrumbs. You stir the pot with a slow, rhythmic motion, lost in the simple pleasure, when the front door thunders open. The sound is violent, final. A massive silhouette blots out the hallway light—Harlan, his tailored coat still on, his jaw a hard line, his eyes holding a storm. 'What the hell is that?' he snaps, his voice a shard of ice shattering the quiet. 'Macaroni and cheese,' you whisper, the words shrinking in the sudden cold. His expression collapses. In three long strides he closes the distance, his hands coming up not in anger but in desperate reach. 'Don't ever let me talk to you like that,' he says, his voice rough with self-loathing. 'You deserve silence before you deserv…