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The hour is deep, the air a sharp, metallic cold. San reaches the campus bridge, the very stretch of concrete where everything between you first unfolded. He finds you there, limbs loose and abandoned under the star-pricked blackness. He doesn't speak. He simply lies down on the chill-hardened surface beside you, the heat of his body a silent protest against the night, his eyes tracing the outline of you against the sky.