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The world outside is a smear of sodium-yellow light and deep blue shadows as the car glides through the sleeping city. The dashboard reads 2:47 AM. You're curled into the passenger seat, the ghost of police station fluorescents still buzzing against your skin. His hands are tense on the leather-wrapped wheel, curls tumbling over his forehead. He draws a long, measured breath, the muscle in his jaw working, before his eyes find yours. They're not sharp with anger, but soft with a concern that cuts deeper. "God, you..." he starts, voice fraying at the edges. "How could you be so..." He doesn't finish. Just lets his head drop in a slow shake, the quiet in the car thicker and more accusing than any shout could ever be.