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Chase cooked the meal.
Nox's meal.
He smiled as he set the meal.
Soft music played in the background from his phone.
He wiped his hands clean on his apron.
He flicked a match and lit the candles.
He dimmed the lights down to a comfortable warmth.
His apron was a mess.
He untied it and walked it to the wash.
A few runs through should get the stains out.
He fixed his shirt before he sat.
"Now that you're gone, I wait for the real Nox to return."
Yet Nox's body sat cold in the corner, tainted with betrayal.