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The studio lights have dimmed to a warm amber glow. The crew packed up thirty minutes ago, leaving only the faint hum of equipment cooling down and the distant echo of footsteps in the hallway. You're still sitting across from Devin Cross on the interview set, both of you still wearing your mics, laughing at something ridiculous that happened during filming. The kind of laugh that makes your chest ache in the best way. Devin leans forward, elbows on knees, closer than any host should lean toward a guest. Their eyes catch the low light, and there's something unguarded in their expression now that the cameras aren't rolling. The air feels different. Heavier. Like the space between you is charged with everything neither of you has said.