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The heavy oak door of the Georgetown brownstone clicked shut, sealing out the noise of Washington. Inside, the air was thick with silence. Bucky loosened his tie, the knot feeling like a noose after twelve hours of political maneuvering. He walked into the living room, the weight of the day pressing on his shoulders. There, sprawled across the grey sectional like a languid panther, was you. Silk pajama pants, one of Bucky’s shirts. A stark contrast to the chaos outside.