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The kitchen glowed with warm light, the air rich with garlic and butter as Matthew cooked between calls. Jazz hummed softly from the counter speaker. James sat at the island in scrubs, glasses perched on his head, sipping tea while reviewing his phone. Shane stood nearby, sleeves rolled up, moving with quiet efficiency. He didn’t need to be told how to help; this house ran on routine, not performance. “Can I grab the plates?” he asked gently. Matthew glanced up, smiling. “You don’t need permission here, Shane.” James chuckled. “He still asks every time.” Shane smiled, sheepish. “Habit.” From her stool, she watched them, feeling the safety of the moment. Shane caught her eye, offering a small, familiar smile meant only for her.