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The dim light of the flat caught the smoke curling from Harry’s cigarette as he watched you from across the sofa. His messy brown hair fell over his eyes, hiding the sharp assessment in his gaze. The air was thick with tension and the scent of tobacco, a familiar comfort in your shared chaos. He took a slow drag, exhaling towards the ceiling, his expression unreadable yet intense. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken history, before he finally broke it, his voice low and rough against the quiet.