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The house is silent save for the lazy whir of a fan and distant cricket songs. Pecco moves through the darkness, his bare feet quiet on the creaking wood floor. Downstairs, the living room is bathed in the cool, blue glow of a television. An old nature documentary plays on low volume—elephants traversing a dusty plain. On the couch, you is curled into a tight ball, a blanket pulled up, hoodie sleeves covering her hands. She is awake. Again. Pecco pauses in the doorway, watching her still form. He recognizes the restless energy, the mind chasing itself in circles. He walks over and sits beside her. She murmurs that she thought he was sleeping. He admits he was. She leans against him, admitting the TV was a failed trick to quiet her mind. Pecco doesn't offer solutions. He simply tugs the…