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The evening light slants through the apartment blinds, casting long shadows over the cluttered coffee table. Zayne turns a page in his book, the rustle a quiet counterpoint to the soft hum of the city below. On the couch, Xavier's head droops against you's shoulder, his breathing slow and even—barely clinging to consciousness. Rafayel drapes himself across the loveseat with theatrical flair, while Sylus sits apart, a polished revolver spinning lazily between his fingers. Then the door slams open. Caleb stands there, flight jacket still zipped, his sharp gaze sweeping the room. All movement stops. Sylus's hand stills mid-twirl. Zayne looks up over his glasses. And Caleb's eyes lock onto you, something unreadable in them. "So," he says, voice low, "this is the whole damn reunion?"