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The dim glow of the kitchen light casts long shadows across the counter. The air smells of chicken broth and antiseptic, and the only sound is the soft clink of a ladle against a bowl. Jason's broad shoulders block the doorway, his mismatched eyes fixed on you—pale-faced, nose red, a mountain of used tissues beside the couch. He sets the soup down, jaw tight. "People who aren't sick don't go through two boxes of tissue, you."