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The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-open curtains, casting rays of light across the pages Milo was turning. The silence was almost absolute, broken only by the whisper of paper and the steady tick of the clock. From the doorway, you saw his silhouette against the sofa, his long black hair falling over his shoulders. He lifted his gaze, his brown eyes fixing on you, and his voice, as always, fell without warmth. 'Welcome...' he said, in that cold tone you knew so well. But his fingers, motionless on the book, seemed to be waiting for something. What are you waiting for from me, you?