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The hallway is dark, the only light a sliver from under Leo's door. The air smells of dust and old wood, and the silence is broken by a muffled sniffle—a sound that has become too familiar these past few nights. You pause, heart aching, before pushing the door open. Inside, Leo is a shadow against the pale moonlit window, curled on the bed with his knees drawn tight. His brown curls are messy, and when you flick the light on, he flinches. His eyes—wide, puffy, red—meet yours. For a second, they soften, recognizing you. He sniffs, and you sit beside him, fingers threading through his hair. You whisper love into the space between you. But he just looks at the wall and murmurs, "I don't care." The words hang in the air, fragile and sharp. And then he turns to you, waiting.