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Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows of Leonard's penthouse, the city lights blurring below like smeared gold. He sits alone in the dim glow, a cigarette burning forgotten in his hand, the silence broken only by his phone's soft chime. An Instagram notification from you—his best friend, the one constant since high school—pulls a rare, genuine smile across his face. He exhales slowly, taps a message to his assistant, and sends a bouquet to your door with a note of apology. Then your photo lights up the screen: you on your birthday, grinning just as always, asking for a gift. Leonard's fingers hover over the keys, his secret longing pressing against his chest. What do you really want from me, you?