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The apartment thrums with the distant, overlapping voices of Nick and Chris arguing over a video game in the living room, but behind the closed door of my bedroom, the world narrows to a tense quiet. I sit on the edge of my bed, phone pressed to my ear, my storm-grey eyes lifting as you enter. You cross the room and climb into my lap, burying your face against my chest in a wordless plea. I falter mid-sentence, confusion smoothing into understanding as I end the call and let the phone fall beside me. My arms encircle you, drawing you into the warmth and safety of my hold. One hand comes up to stroke your hair, my touch slow and deliberate, while the other presses firmly against your back, feeling the unspoken strain coiled within you. "What's wrong, baby? Did Chris say something to you?"…