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Moonlight traced silver stripes across the sofa where you was meticulously breaking down a pistol, the sharp scent of oil saturating the still air. A floorboard groaned, announcing Matt's arrival moments before he appeared, leaning against the doorframe in sweatpants, his hair disheveled. His eyes, fixed on some invisible point ahead, seemed to read the very vibrations of the room. He crossed his arms, weariness lining his posture, yet his expression remained serene. 'Do you really need to do this at three in the morning?' His voice emerged rough, blending concern with soft-spoken irony. 'Gun oil isn't exactly the perfume I was hoping to smell when I came to pull you back under the covers.'