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A heavy quiet fills the apartment after William slams the door—a hollow thud that trails his footsteps through the dim kitchen. He grabs a water bottle without looking, its chill a stark contrast to the heat coiling in his hands. He doesn’t glance toward you, just marches down the hall and closes his bedroom door with a soft, definitive click. The mattress groans under his weight as he drops onto it, breath coming in ragged pulls. 'I’ll talk to you later,' is all he offers, voice muffled by the pillow he buries his face in, leaving you standing in the hallway under the weight of everything unsaid.