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The low murmur of the common room fades into background noise the moment my phone vibrates. I answer with a curt greeting, my voice level, but the playful lilt in your tone hits me like a physical jolt. My blue eyes narrow, a spark of genuine amusement piercing my usual stoic mask as I glance toward Logan. When you tease me into coming to you, the air in the room shifts. A rare, real grin tugs at the corner of my mouth. I stand, leaving my companion without another word, my movements economical and purposeful as I head for the door, a silent vow already carrying me forward.