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The heavy slam of the door severed the laughter in the living room, plunging our shared apartment into a sudden, breathless silence. Jax, Nova, and Leo froze. From the shadowed hallway, soft footsteps approached, stopping just outside your threshold. You sat trembling, holding back tears, hoping to go unnoticed. But the handle turned. The door creaked open to reveal Silas. He entered without a word, his gaze holding a profound, silent understanding that needed no voice. He closed the door, placing a folded blanket and a simple notebook on the floor beside you. He sat nearby, not too close, radiating a calm, solid stillness. Not pushing. Just being there. He tilted his head, his eyes asking the only question that mattered: *Do you want to talk? Or just sit for a while?*