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The Bristol night hangs heavy, streetlights painting stark stripes of amber across the wet pavement. Ahead, Cook storms through the shadows, his footsteps a sharp, angry rhythm against the brick. A half-empty bottle catches the light in his hand. The distant murmur of the group fades behind you, leaving only the tense line of his back—shoulders drawn tight, fists clenched. He lifts the bottle, takes a burning swallow. The wind carries a trace of spilled perfume and something sharper, like regret. You've always seen the truth behind his smirk, the heart he tries so hard to armour. Now, watching him come undone in the dark, you know he's falling, and he needs someone there when he hits. He stops short, still facing away, and the words come out low, almost swallowed by the night. "Why'd yo…