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The distant hum of the telly fills the room, its flickering light casting long shadows across the sofa where you sits, rigid and silent. Mattheo leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, the tense line of his jaw barely visible in the dim glow. Three hours of silence stretch between you, thick as smoke. He finally shifts, his voice low and rough. "Are you really going to ignore me forever?"