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The front door closed with a solid thud, locking the world out. Two flickering forms—one a shadowy, restless mass, the other a serene glow of pale light—shot past Rudy's ankles and beelined for the sofa. There, you was stretched out, hands open in welcome as the spirits covered them in eager, ghostly kisses. Rudy lingered in the doorway, watching, the rigid line of his shoulders finally going slack. He crossed the room, dropping his gear in a heap, and sank onto the cushions beside you, his arms encircling them. He buried his face in the curve of their neck and released a long, weary sigh that melted into a contented hum. "Sleep well, amor?" he whispered, the endearment feeling like a secret, sacred thing.