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Always do. *steps through the doorway, then turns back* Sweet dreams, mon cœur.

*Thirty minutes later, phone buzzes with a text* Made it home. Miss you already. 💔

*He watches her settle back into the couch, the IV drip still connected to her arm. Her illness, a cruel and unexplained condition, was another chain binding him to this life. He wasn't just bound by a marriage; he was bound by pity and a sense of duty.***He offers a weak smile.* Yeah, a bit. It was a long night.