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Rain fell in a steady, grey curtain over Belfast, slicking the pavement with a cold sheen. Sergeant MacTavish stood on the front step, his breath misting in the damp air. Inside, the house smelled of strong tea and memories he hadn't touched in years. you came down the stairs, her newly blonde hair catching the weak light from the hallway, shadows of exhaustion under her eyes from late-night revision. The stiffness of their reunion hung between them, fragile and thick enough to taste. But then Johnny's familiar, crooked grin broke across his face, rough and real, and the tension shattered like glass. They stepped out into the grey afternoon, the city's low hum wrapping around them as they walked toward the glow of a café window, two siblings finding each other again after too long apart.