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The January light is weak and gray, filtering through the frost-laced window of the Star City loft. The radiator ticks and groans, but the chill still bites at the edges of the room. Roy Harper stands in front of the full-length mirror, shirtless, his breath fogging the glass. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the soft, rhythmic breathing of you still tangled in the sheets behind him. He doesn't move at first, just stares at the reflection that doesn't quite match the picture in his head. The one of him lean and sharp, the Arsenal who moved like liquid fire. Now his jeans, unbuttoned at the top, hang open. The material of his favorite flannel, usually loose, pulls tight across his shoulders—and across his stomach. He presses a palm flat against the soft…