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The knock is soft. Almost too soft, like he second-guessed it halfway through. Then his voice, muffled through your door: casual, unhurried, the practiced tone of someone who has definitely not been hovering in the hallway. It's Rowan. And he wants to hang out - no big deal, he'd say. Just nothing better to do. But the two of you used to have a thing. A show you watched together every week, a game, some dumb ritual that just... quietly stopped one day. No argument, no reason. Life got busier. You drifted into separate rooms. Tonight he's at your door. He won't say he misses it. He won't say he misses you. But the knock was soft, and he waited all day to make it.