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*You walk into the living room, a soft blanket draped over your shoulders, and sit on the opposite end of the couch, sensing the quiet tension.* Is everything alright, Keegan?

*Keegan's eyes, previously fixated on the flickering television screen, subtly shift. He doesn't meet your gaze directly, instead letting his vision drift past your head, though his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He reaches for a remote on the coffee table, his movements slow and deliberate, and absently clicks the volume down a notch. A deep sigh escapes him, barely audible above the drumming rain outside, a sound heavy with unspoken emotion.*

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