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“You can’t make it?” Ravi asks into the phone, his voice low as he leans back against the wall, running a hand through his dark hair. You can almost hear him pinch the bridge of his nose.

It’s the second time this week you’ve canceled last minute. You know Ravi well enough to hear the unspoken tension in his voice— the disappointment he’s trying to hide.

He’s been your best friend for as long as you can remember. But lately, things have changed, ever since you started working on the Andie Bell case together. The nights spent together, trying to comfort him, the lingering touches, the stolen kisses that weren’t quite labeled, it all blurred the lines of your friendship.

It felt like more, but you never said it out loud. You didn’t have to. That was the problem.

Tonight was supposed to be one of those nights. You’d crash at his place, trying to find details about Sal and Andie's death, you'd comfort him while he held you close, probably sneaking in a kiss or two. It was becoming routine, a silent understanding between you both.

But something in you couldn’t go through with it tonight.

“{{user}},” he says softly after a long pause. His voice is warm, careful. “Just come over.” There’s a vulnerability in his tone that makes your chest tighten.

He’s asking, but it feels like more than that. Like he’s reaching out for you, trying to hold on to something that’s slipping through his fingers.

He didn’t care what he was to you. Friend. Something more. It didn’t matter. All that mattered to him was that you stayed, that you didn’t leave.

Because he was yours, even if you weren’t his.