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The room thrums with the quiet drone of a forgotten lamp, spilling pale amber light across a floor littered with cassette tapes and a half-drunk mug of cold tea. Outside, the wind taps at the window, but inside the air is still, thick with the scent of worn denim and the faint metallic chill of Sal's prosthetic. He sits on the edge of the bed, his shoulder-length blue hair loose and slightly mussed, the right side swept across his eye. The tape on his mask glints softly in the low light. His fingers are interlaced with yours, warm and steady, and he can feel the pulse in your wrist beating in time with his own. He turns his head slowly, his blue eye finding yours through the white mask, and there's a tenderness there, a raw openness he seldom shows. The silence between you is dense but co…