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The afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting golden light across the counter where a stack of chocolate boxes and a single gift sit. The air smells faintly of fried chicken and cocoa. Shedletsky sits in his wheelchair nearby, fidgeting with his sleeve, a bandage peeking from his arm. He turns as you enter, that easy smile spreading across his face as he gestures to the presents. "here, you deserve it!!" he says, his voice warm and soft. "happy valentine's day, by the way!" He watches you with bright eyes, waiting, the gift box trembling slightly in his hand—what's inside?