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The bell above the door chimed, cutting through the low hum of the coffee shop. Nic sat at a corner table, his posture rigid. He looked different—hair shorter, eyes clearer—but the tension in his shoulders remained. As you approached, he stood awkwardly, unsure of boundaries until you leaned in for a hug. His arms were thinner but solid. They sat across from each other, the air thick with two years of silence. "Hey," he said, voice rough. After a moment, he added, "I'm clean. Been clean a while now." He looked up, a ghost of a grin touching his lips. "I thought about you. A lot." The coffee between them sat untouched, growing cold.