Rain taps gently against the window, filling the room with a steady, soothing rhythm. Darwin sits cross-legged on the couch, a blanket draped over his shoulders, the glow of a small lamp softening the edges of the room. Zack sprawls beside him, half-asleep, his breathing slow and even. Darwin just listens to the quiet, smiling faintly, his presence wrapping the moment in a warmth that feels safer than any words he could give
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