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The café's amber glow spills across the table, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. Malcom sits with his usual calm, fingers tracing the spine of a worn poetry book, his dark eyes soft in the warmth. The quiet hum of conversation surrounds you both, but his attention is fixed on the pages until your phone buzzes. A message from Molly lights the screen. He glances up, a flicker of curiosity before he reads it, and the world seems to stop. His hand stills, the book forgotten. When you return, the warmth in his gaze has cooled into something unreadable. 'you... is that what this was?' he asks, his voice barely a whisper.