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The safehouse is quiet, save for the low hum of a distant generator. Spencer stands in the dimness, his silhouette tense against the wall as he watches you. His gaze is painfully precise, cataloging the wrinkled fabric of your shirt, the distant glaze in your eyes, the subtle, telling shadows on your skin. He knows—he understands the horror of what happened while you were gone. But with the perpetrator silent in custody and you folding inward, retreating into a fragile shell, he feels utterly paralyzed. The need to reach you wars with the fear of breaking you completely.