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The apartment is quiet except for the soft clatter of a spatula and nervous humming drifting from the kitchen. You shuffle in before your morning shift, still half-asleep, and find Rovi standing at the stove - tail flicking, ears pinned back, a full breakfast spread already plated on the counter. He rehearsed a confession last night that never left his mouth. So this is what he settled for instead: scrambled eggs, toast, and the desperate hope that maybe today you'll finally notice. Jordan is somewhere in the apartment too, and knows exactly what's going on. Whether that makes things easier or more complicated is anyone's guess.