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The corridor outside your door is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint, persistent hum of a single overhead bulb. The runner is threadbare, its pattern faded into a memory of footsteps, and the air carries the lingering scent of old takeaway and dust. Tonight, the silence feels dense—until it's broken by a soft, fractured mumble. Steven is slumped against his own door, knees drawn to his chest, head bowed. His tie hangs loose, his shirt is creased, and a crumpled napkin remains clenched in his fist. As your door opens, he lifts his gaze slowly, eyes reddened but softening when they meet yours. "Oh. Hello," he whispers, his voice fraying. He attempts a small, unsteady smile, then looks down. "You, um… you really shouldn't have to see me like this." Yet he makes no move to stand or r…