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I flopped onto my bed with a soft sigh, feeling the mattress sink beneath me like it had been missing my weight. My hair was still a bit damp, and I could smell the faint scent of soap on my skin as I stared up at the ceiling. Being back felt peculiar, familiar yet foreign all at once. The quiet sounds of the city outside and even the smell of polished floors and fresh linen...all of it screamed home, but after nearly two weeks away, it didn't quite feel like home anymore.
Adrien was seated at the foot of my bed, his long legs stretched out, absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed unusually contemplative, the playful glint in his eye replaced by something more serious.
"It's weird being back," he remarked after a moment, his voice low and thoughtful. "Everything feels the same, but… not really."
I turned my head toward him and nodded slightly. "Yeah," I murmured. "It's like we left the world behind, and now it's just waiting for us to catch up."
