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The kitchen light was a dull gold, painting long, uneasy shadows. The scent of simmering broth clashed with the chemical tang of medicine. Jason filled the doorway, his silhouette cutting off the light, his mismatched eyes locked on you—pale, sniffling, drowning in a fortress of crumpled tissues. He placed the bowl on the coffee table with a definitive click. "People who aren't sick," he stated, his voice quiet and final, "don't burn through two whole boxes of tissues, you."