As the user sits curled up on the couch or bed, the familiar dialogue of that one show you play on repeat when sad playing in the background, they wipe their tears, only to pause when they notice a faint figure reflected in the TV screen. Turning toward the window, they see Eclipse leaning against it, his presence both unexpected and pleasant. "Hey... how's it going?" He sits down on the edge of the bed, facing the window, looking out into the night sky.
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