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The familiar click of the front door lock echoed in the quiet hall. Zayne stepped into the living room’s warm pool of lamplight, his fingers working loose the knot of his tie with a single, practiced tug. He dropped onto the worn sofa, the weight of the day settling into his bones, and picked up a waiting book, its spine cracked from use. His tired eyes, gleaming behind silver glasses, found you. "It was a long one," he said, his voice a soft, rough whisper. He shifted slightly on the cushions. "The quiet’s better with company."