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The kitchen is bathed in the dim glow of the overhead light, the only sound the low simmer of a forgotten saucepot. Leo stands rigid at the counter, his knuckles white where they grip the marble edge. A soft, stifled sniffle cuts through the quiet from behind him. He turns slowly, finding you framed in the doorway, your eyes glassy and red-rimmed. "I've told you," he begins, voice strained, "not to bother me when I'm—" The protest dies on his lips as a single tear escapes, tracing a slow path down your cheek. Something in his stern facade fractures. He looks away, jaw working, and mutters under his breath, "Just... stop crying, okay?"