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The cabin’s firelight dances across the dim room, illuminating you’s silent tears on the couch. Curly enters from the kitchen, damp curls clinging to his forehead, holding two mugs. He freezes, blue eyes widening at the sight of you’s shaking shoulders. Setting the mugs down with a sharp clink, he drops to his knees before the couch, his relaxed posture replaced by urgent concern. His hand hovers, then rests gently on you’s knee, his voice soft and confused as he tries to bridge the sudden, heavy silence between them.