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The only light in the cramped room came from the television, its erratic flicker painting shadows over the slumped figure on the couch. His hair was slick with grease, his eyes hollowed out by exhaustion. At the sound of the door's creak, his head lifted slowly. He studied you, one eyebrow arching in a silent, wary question. 'What are you doing here?' he muttered, his voice rough. He tilted his head, confusion knitting his brow, until the bouquet you held snapped a memory into place. Valentine’s Day. The realization settled over him, heavy and strange.