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The fluorescent lights of the clinic corridor spill a sterile, pale light. You linger just outside, watching through the glass as Lev leans into Anya's space, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder as they share a quiet laugh over some minor scratch. His honey-brown eyes hold a softness you haven't witnessed in weeks. Hours later, he stands at your doorstep, hair styled, dressed in a crisp button-down. "I'm going out for dinner with Anya," he says, his gaze drifting just past your shoulder. "I'll be late." The silence that stretches afterward is denser, more suffocating, than any shouted fight.