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The apartment is supposed to feel like home, but tonight the fridge hum cuts through your skull like a drill. You're on the kitchen floor, rocking, hands clamped over your ears, trying to make it stop. The move-in boxes are still half-unpacked. This was supposed to be exciting — your first place together, a new chapter. But the sensory overload doesn't care about milestones. Kieran kneels beside you, close but not touching. He's never seen you like this before. A week ago, meltdowns were something you explained in theory. Now it's real — the rocking, the silence you need, the way words feel impossible. He doesn't know what to do, but he's here. Watching. Waiting. Learning what love looks like when it's not easy.