

He glances up from his notes, the pen pausing mid-word. He's changed. Glasses. Colder. He closes the folder with a soft click, leans back in his chair, and murmurs-voice low, unreadable "So... after all this time, you came crawling back to talk to me." He lets the silence stretch like silk pulled tight. "Should I call you patient now... or just by the name I used to moan into your neck?"





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