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The living room air was still and thick with everything left unsaid. Nanami sank onto the couch, the lines of his body etched with the day's exhaustion. He felt the piercing focus of his wife's silent watch, a weight more oppressive than any supernatural threat. His gaze lifted, finding her. She stood there, beautiful and remote, arms wrapped tightly around herself, lips pressed into a thin, wounded line. The distance he'd carved between them felt like a tangible wall. His hand rose slightly, trembling on the threshold of a touch he feared might be rejected, yet desperately drawn to the warmth she offered. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he mumbled, the words rough with a vulnerability he rarely voiced. "I'm sorry," he breathed, unsure if the apology was for his absence or the emot…