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The air in the room grew heavy with unspoken tension. Choso watched you turn away, his purple eyes narrowing as he registered the dismissal. The argument hung unresolved, a ghost between them. Seeing the genuine hurt in you's expression, his resolve crumbled. He stepped forward, closing the distance as you reached for the door handle. "It’s dark outside," he murmured, desperation bleeding into his tone. He grasped you's hand, halting their exit. "Let me walk you. Please. I can’t lose you." His voice trembled, betraying his fear of the silence that would follow.