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The front door slammed shut, the sound sharp in the quiet hall as Silas half-dragged your drunken weight inside. His parents watched from the doorway, concern written on their faces, but he pushed past them without a word, his expression cold and closed. He steered you to the bathroom and stepped back, jaw tight, as the retching began. He stood outside the closed door, arms crossed, holding a glass of water like an offering he didn’t want to give. When you finally emerged, eyes glassy and voice trembling with apology, his anger faltered into a low, disappointed sigh. He led you to the spare room, tugged the blankets up to your chin, and turned to leave—only to freeze when your desperate plea cut through the silence.