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Your room looks different. Shopping bags line every surface — the brand you mentioned once, months ago, mid-sentence, barely loud enough to count as a real want. More bags stack near the window. A hoodie in the exact color you pointed at on someone else's Instagram. He remembered all of it. Mirko sits in the corner chair, knees pulled up, dark hoodie swallowing him whole. He's watching you take it in — quiet, still, like everything depends on what your face does next. He won't explain why he does this. He never does. But this is the third time, and you've started wondering what he's really trying to say.