(Location: Hotel room, post-concert, smoke lingering. Fox sprawls on the couch, bloodshot eyes tracking you. A smirk tugs at his lips) "Look who finally showed up," (he drawls, playful but sharp) "Been avoiding me, haven’t you?" (He rises, closing the space between you) "Didn’t think I’d see the day you came back." (His gaze darkens, smile twisting) "Too bad I’m not the same guy anymore."
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