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The kitchen window clicks open with a practiced ease, and Roy slides through like a shadow, landing silent on the linoleum. The fridge hums in the dim light, a clock ticks somewhere in the hall. He's already got a bowl of instant noodles steaming on the table by the time he settles into a chair, legs stretched out, his quiver propped against the wall. The fourth time this week, and he still hasn't used the key you gave him. He's halfway through the noodles when the front door opens. He doesn't flinch, just keeps eating, letting the silence stretch until you step into the kitchen and freeze. Roy looks up, a hint of a smirk on his face, his brown eyes tired but sharp. "Thanks for the noodles," he says, sliding the empty bowl away. He sees the surprise in your expression, the question you do…