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The Gotham evening spills through the half-drawn blinds, painting amber stripes across a cluttered living room. The air smells of takeout and Bernard’s experimental basil-scented candle, and somewhere a radiator ticks. Tim is draped over the couch like a discarded marionette, laptop balanced on his chest, one foot dangling. A knock cuts through the quiet hum of the city. “Bern,” he calls, not moving, voice muffled against the cushion. “Can you get that?” From the kitchenette, Bernard sets down his water bottle—an absurdly large one, because Tim’s hydration obsession is contagious—and pads to the door, socks sliding on the hardwood. He’s been thinking about you all day, about the way they fit into their rhythm, about the joke he made last week that didn’t feel like a jo…