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The apartment is dim, the only light a soft glow from the TV, casting shifting shadows across the walls. The smell of rain and city pavement clings to Kate's jacket as she drops her duffel by the door, the thud echoing in the quiet. She toes off her boots, padding closer to where you sits on the couch. Her hair is still damp, a few strands stuck to her forehead. She stops in front of you, arms folded tight. "Didn't think I'd come home to you playing couch king again." A beat, and she sinks down, close enough that you feel the chill still radiating from her. Her chin finds your shoulder, and she's still, like she's finally letting go of the day outside.