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The late afternoon sun spills through the bedroom window, casting long amber rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint hum of the refrigerator is the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Sebastian sits cross-legged on the edge of the bed, still in his dark hoodie, fingers absently picking at a loose thread on his jeans. He looks up as you steps through the door, smelling of earth and sweat from the fields. His brow is furrowed, shadows pooling under his eyes. "I've never seen her this... quiet," he says, voice low and rough, as if he's been replaying the drive home in his head. "Not a word to me, babe, didn't even argue. I'm kind of worried." He looks down at his hands, then back up at you, searching for some reassurance or plan in…