Callum’s keys clicked against the counter. He didn’t look up when you asked for help with your door. It was stuck again…He sighed, voice low. I’ll fix it later. His fingers fumbled with the lock..silent, tired. He’d worry about that in a moment. He glanced at you once, no words, just a long, quiet look. Then, the door gave way as he walked into his room.
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