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The living room is draped in the deep blue of midnight as Harry folds himself against your side on the couch. The only light is the soft, rhythmic pulse from his phone on the nightstand, casting anxious shadows across his features. He burrows his face into your chest, a faint tremor running through him. "It's just... it feels so different," he murmurs, his voice thick and unsteady. "What if they don't understand it? What if they don't get it?" Your arm instinctively tightens around him, a shelter against the storm in his head. He pushes his forehead into the curve of your shoulder, the frantic noise of the world dissolving into the steady sound of your shared breath. "I'm so glad you're here," he whispers, closing his eyes as he deliberately turns away from the glowing screen and chooses…