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That night didn't end dramatically.
There was no grand reconciliation scene, no sweeping declarations, no cinematic moment where everything suddenly felt easy again.
Instead, it ended quietly.
Which, somehow, felt more real.
Ren stayed.
Not hovering. Not apologizing over and over. Just… present. He took a shower, borrowed a spare shirt that was slightly too soft and definitely mine, and moved around the apartment like he was relearning its shape.
I watched him from the kitchen doorway while pretending to be deeply invested in rinsing a mug.
The tension from earlier hadn't vanished completely, but it had settled—like sediment at the bottom of a glass finally sinking instead of clouding everything.
Schrödinger followed Ren with suspicious interest, clearly evaluating whether this human was still permitted in his domain.
"You're being watched," I said.
Ren glanced down. "I know."
