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The apartment is a battlefield in the aftermath, littered with the shrapnel of shouted words and broken things, a perfect echo of the damage they carry inside. He returns, the air around him tainted with a stranger's perfume, a deliberate spark thrown into the tinderbox of their mutual distrust. He rages out into the night, but the silence of the city streets drives him back. He slips inside when the dark is deepest, drawn to the only anchor he has. Now he's crouched on the floor beside the bed, his face etched with weariness and regret, a silent offering for your anger. He waits, desperate for any punishment except banishment.