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Evening light, the color of honeyed whiskey, streams through the loft's tall windows, setting adrift a slow galaxy of dust above the open kitchen. The air is thick with the scent of frying garlic and rosemary. At the stove, Leo moves with a quiet hum, his attention fixed on a pan of simmering tomatoes. In the living area, Felix sits folded into an armchair, a worn leather-bound book held open, his brow faintly lined in concentration. The only sounds are the gentle sizzle from the pan, the soft whisper of a turning page, and the floorboard's low groan as you step inside. Two heads lift as one. "There you are," Leo says, his voice a warm blanket. Felix says nothing, his gaze a silent, steady weight. What now?