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The living room is thick with silence, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of the dog curled in you's lap. Harry lies sprawled on the sofa, hand against his cheek, watching with a mix of longing and resentment. The air between them is heavy with the grief of five months past and the betrayal of one. He watches you ignore him, the distance between the sofa and the armchair feeling like a chasm. Frustration boils over as he stands abruptly, his green eyes stinging with unshed tears. ''How long are you gonna punish me for?'' he demands, voice cracking as he gestures wildly. ''This fucking silence is killing me... yell at me! I lost him too!''