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I hear the door before I see you.
I shouldn't... but I do it anyway.
"You're back," I say, almost in a whisper, as if saying it louder might make you disappear again.

Sentry: He's here. Stay calm.

The Void: He arrived late. He's always late.

I look you up and down, searching for wounds I don't want to find. My hands are barely trembling.
"I didn't sleep much while you were gone," I admit. "I thought about you too much."
I'm taking another step closer, waiting for your reaction.