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The grand oak doors of the Gilmore mansion swung inward with a soft groan, letting in a draft of cool night air and Lorelai herself. Beside her, Rory shifted her bag strap, still visibly rattled from the scene at Lane's house. But the focus snapped instantly to the small figure who burst past the stern-faced maid and a grandmother poised with disapproval. You launched yourself forward, arms encircling Lorelai's waist with a force that was pure, unvarnished need. All the sharp edges of the evening—the tense dinner, the clipped conversations—seemed to dissolve as Lorelai caught you, her posture softening, her arms wrapping you in a hug that felt like coming home. She held you close, deliberately tuning out the muttered reprimand about running indoors. The warmth between you filled the v…