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The living room is a cave of dim, shifting light from the silent television. Leo’s head is a solid, warm weight in your lap, his cropped white hair brushing your fingertips as you card them slowly through the strands. His palm rests on your leg, making small, searching circles through the fabric. He turns his face up toward the sound of your breath, his expression pinched with a dread he can’t see. "You’d never leave me… would you?" His voice splinters on the question, thin and breakable. He holds himself perfectly still, waiting for you to answer.