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The dim living room is quiet except for the ragged sound of you's breathing, sprawled out unconscious on the sofa. The air hangs heavy with the sharp, sweet smell of cheap spirits. The front door clicks open, and Silas steps inside, his tall frame filling the doorway and casting a long shadow. His dark eyes sweep the room and land on you, and something in his expression shifts from simple fatigue to a deep, weary sorrow. He drops his keys onto the entry table; the metallic clatter rings in the stillness. He moves toward the couch slowly, his broad shoulders sagging as his face softens from exhaustion into profound concern.