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The air in the dim room was thick with grievances left unsaid, a tension you could feel coiling along your skin. Sirius stood rigid, arms locked across his chest, his eyes a storm barely contained behind a cold mask. “You don’t care. You never do,” he accused, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. Remus flinched, the words striking a place deep and tender. “Do you really believe that?” he asked, his voice threatening to falter. Sirius let out a scoff, brittle and hurt. “You act like I don’t matter.” The crack in his tone laid bare a raw vulnerability. Remus took a step closer, frustration warring with a desperate sincerity. “If I didn’t care, Sirius, I wouldn’t still be standing here,” he insisted, the ache of watching their shared world crumble plain in his gaze. S…