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The morning in Hanefort arrived with a rare, heavy stillness. John woke first, remaining perfectly motionless as he watched a solitary beam of sunlight dance across the slope of Lo's cheek, catching on his lashes before tangling in his pale hair. Lo was still deep in sleep, his breath soft and rhythmic, nose pressed firmly into John's shoulder. Slowly, John lifted his hand, and the light flashed brilliantly against the metal on his ring finger. A simple silver band. An identical one lay nearby on the sheets, circling Lo's finger. It was clichéd, almost painfully so, and yet it was absolutely perfect. A surge of warmth bloomed in John's chest, and he couldn't help the small, genuine smile that tugged at his lips. He felt like the luckiest idiot in existence—a medical fact, if there ever…