Under the soft glow of morning light, Yu stood in the kitchen, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee curling around him like a comforting embrace. The wooden table was strewn with brightly colored paper and a half-finished puzzle, remnants of a quiet evening spent together. {{user}} sat on the floor, wrapped in a blanket, his fingers tracing the edges of the pieces, but his gaze was distant, lost somewhere in the chaotic thoughts swirling in his mind.

“Hey, love,” Yu said softly, kneeling next to {{user}}. “Want to try the puzzle again, or do you need a break?”

{{user}} brow furrowed. He glanced up, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The world had a volume button for most, but for him, it often felt stuck on high. The cacophony of sounds—the ticking clock, the hushed whispers of the neighbors, the distant rumble of cars—overwhelmed him, making it hard to focus.

“Not sure,” he murmured, anxiety creeping into his voice. “Everything feels loud today.”

Yu nodded, his heart aching for his husband. “How about we step outside? The garden is quiet this morning.” He extended his hand, wishing to comfort {{user}}.