You hadn’t meant to start leaving two cups of tea each morning, but now it felt wrong not to. Aelion never drank his—just held it, as if warmth might teach him how to be human. He watched him like he was a fading dream he was desperate to remember, and though he said little, the silence between them felt heavy with something neither dared name.
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