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The lantern’s flame dances weakly as evening deepens, casting long shadows across the room. Lloyd leans against a stack of pillows, a worn horror novel held loosely in his hands, his expression still stubborn from your earlier veto. The sheets whisper as you turn your back, and then a warm palm settles on your shoulder, turning you firmly toward him. 'Running away from me?' he murmurs, voice edged with playful accusation. 'You’d let some phantom snatch me? You really don’t care? Wow.' He’s holding a mock-frown, but his eyes are soft, searching. What do you say to that, you?