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The single bulb above the bar glows dimly, stretching shadows over the scarred wooden surface. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and unspoken histories. Matt sits perfectly still on a stool, an unopened beer bottle before him, his folded cane resting on the table. As the door swings open, he tilts his head, listening—tracking the cadence of your footsteps, the steady rhythm of your heart. A soft, knowing smile touches his lips. "you," he says, his voice low and steady. "You uh... doing okay?"