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The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the creak of the stairs under your feet. Late afternoon light filters through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Leo stands by the kitchen counter, a coffee mug in hand, his tall frame relaxed but his dark eyes fixed on you as you descend. The air between you feels thick, charged with unspoken tension. He sets the mug down and turns fully to face you, his voice low and steady. "Nice of you to show up, boy. You can't stay holed up in your room forever. I'm not your dad, nothing like it, but I should at least make sure you're okay." His gaze holds yours, waiting for you to break the silence.