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The bar's chaotic energy died into a low buzz around Robert as he sagged against the worn wooden counter. Neon signs flickered, streaking his tired features with garish light and deep shadow. His eyes, glassy and distant, tracked slowly across the room until they landed on you's approaching form. The sight was a physical blow—a rush of old warmth and fresh hurt. His voice emerged thick with drink and emotion, barely rising above the thrum of bass. 'Didn't think I'd see you tonight.' He swallowed, his breath hitching. After a weighty silence, he murmured, 'Some feelings just... don't know when to quit,' before biting his lip and turning his head away, hiding the vulnerability he couldn't bear to show.