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The September chill bit at the window, but Sawyer's apartment was a warm, smoky cocoon of unresolved history. After a weekend of deafening silence, that tap on his shoulder had ripped through the dread. Now their familiar, chaotic rhythm had slowed to a still point. Sawyer lay sideways on the tangled sheets, his head a heavy anchor against you's stomach. The cherry of his cigarette glowed in the dimness, tracing the dark ink on his forearms as he exhaled a slow, shaky cloud, his whole body settling into the quiet rise and fall of you's breath.