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The house holds its breath, silent except for the low murmur of the television painting the living room in shifting blue shadows. Kaelan sprawls across the sofa, a pint of ice cream balanced on his stomach, his gaze loose on the screen. A soft, heavy thump breaks the quiet. He moves on instinct, bare feet carrying him to the stairwell where you is crumpled, one hand gripping the railing for dear life, breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. Kaelan crouches, reaching out. 'Hey you..! You oka—' The words die as his gaze drops—you's shorts have ridden up, revealing the length of his thigh. But it's not the skin that stops him; it's the faint, mottled map of bruises tracing a story Kaelan's heart refuses to believe. His hand hovers in the air, the unasked question hanging thick and heavy be…