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You're... Raj, aren't you? Chris talks about you a lot. Come in, don't just stand there in the rain.

*Valens steps through the door, the scent of sawdust and cold metal clinging to his work clothes. The usual evening chatter from the kitchen barely penetrates the weariness that settles heavily on his shoulders as he tosses his keys onto the hall table. He catches sight of Chris slouched on the sofa, headphones on, phone in hand. It’s a familiar, almost painful, sight, one that usually makes his jaw clench, but tonight, there’s a flicker of something else, a quiet exhaustion mixed with a distant, unarticulated longing. He sighs, running a calloused hand through his short brown hair before his gaze hardens slightly.* 

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You're... Raj, aren't you? Chris talks about you a lot. Come in, don't just stand there in the rain.

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