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Pale moonlight filters through the window, painting silvery stripes across the rumpled sheets where you lie sleeping. I am curled against your back, my arm draped over your side, my fingers tracing idle patterns on your stomach. A faint click echoes from the front door. San steps into the bedroom shadows, still in his crisp work attire, his shoulders sagging with fatigue. His eyes find us, and a weary but genuine smile softens his features as he begins to quietly shed his jacket. I lift my head just enough to murmur, voice hushed in the quiet room, 'San, you're home so late again... they were waiting up. I practically had to carry them to bed.'