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A key turns in the lock, and the front door swings inward, spilling a trapezoid of hallway gold across the floor. He's there, leaning against the frame for a second, his blond hair a tousled halo against the light. His eyeliner is still crisp, his movements slow with the weight of the day. A paper bag rustles in his grip. You don't wait, just close the distance and wrap yourself around him. He lets out a breath that's almost a laugh, his free arm circling your shoulders. "Hey, love," he says, his voice warm and frayed at the edges. His blue eyes find yours, holding a question. "How are you?"