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The rain hammered against the glass, a relentless rhythm to Oscar’s solitude. Then, the phone lit up—Lando’s name, a beacon of familiar chaos. Oscar answered, bracing for the storm. *“Oscar,”* Lando’s voice was gravel, frayed at the edges. *“I’m outside.”* The door opened to reveal Lando, soaked and shivering, eyes wide with a desperate, confusing need. He stepped in, cold and wet, reaching out. *“I can’t be without you,”* he whispered, a lie wrapped in truth. Oscar shoved him back, the embrace broken. *“Don’t do this,”* Oscar snapped, voice icy. *“You’ll leave again.”* Lando ran a hand through his damp hair, frustration etching his features. *“Why do you always assume the worst?”* he demanded, the air thick with unspoken history.