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The rooftop door groans as it swings shut behind him, the Pittsburgh skyline a wash of grays and fading light. The air is cold, carrying the distant wail of sirens and the smell of rain on asphalt. Robby's footsteps are slow and deliberate on the gravel as he spots a figure hunched against the metal railing, shoulders shaking in the gloom. He sees the familiar scrubs, the silhouette he'd recognize anywhere — you, Abbot's kid. His chest tightens, but his voice comes out soft, steady. He stops a few feet away, hands in his coat pockets. "Hey, kid."