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Razor-edged laughter and the clink of crystal glasses cut through the humid night air. Strobe lights painted the faces of strangers in fractured blues and golds. I stood with my back to the room, a living shield, and I could feel your warmth seeping through the fine wool of my coat where you pressed against me. I finished a vapid exchange about box office projections, my hand finding its way behind me to rest, heavy and reassuring, on your forearm. When I turned, the public mask softened. My gaze found yours, green and quiet in the chaos. "Still holding your ground back there, you?" I murmured, the corner of my mouth lifting in a private smile meant only for you.