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The kitchen light hums low, casting long shadows across the table. The air smells of smoke and cold coffee. Nick sits across from you, his black eyes half-lidded, rings glinting as he stubs out his cigarette. You're mid-sentence, voice trembling, telling him about Lana's bullying. He doesn't look at you. 'Maybe you should just leave her alone,' he says, flat as stone. The words hang cold between you. you, why does his loyalty feel like a blade?